But they had all been well-disposed towards him until, after his tour of inspection, he had said with a lazy drawl, "Too poky by half, Palmer. Not at all suitable. Cold as charity in here. I shall need to find somewhere else. Now disappointment united them in damning him. Even Dave, who had been considered of too low an order to be present and because Palmer was unaware of the boy's existence in the household, Rainbird having rescued Dave from a miserable career as a chimneysweep's boy , had managed to catch a glimpse of the earl as he had left by peeping through the railings at the top of the area steps, and declared him to be "as cold-looking as last week's cod.
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Middleton, her faded timid face reddening with shock. His lady had gone out walking in the wood near the house on the estate wiff 'er little dog. The servants 'eard terrible cries and smashing sounds coming from the wood, and 'er dog, he run home all on 'is lone. They rushed interrawood and found 'er, all blood and battered, she were. Joseph looked at her haughtily. He still expected Lizzie to hang on his every word, although the girl's uncritical devotion to him seemed to have somewhat faded of late.
He rummaged around his vocal chords for his genteel accent. They cen get away with anything they lahk. Besides, Luke says as how the earl was out hunting somewhere else. Rainbird glanced at Mrs. Middleton's stricken face. The tale of the murder had made her look quite faint. There came a growling, roaring noise that shook the house. It's so long since we've heard the sound of any being delivered, you've forgotten what the noise is like. Joseph, go up to the pavement and make sure the coal-hole cover is back on.
Palmer wants us to light fires in every room, so at least we'll be warm at his expense. Joseph stalked off, his back stiff with outrage. He obviously thought checking coal-hole covers was beneath him. Lizzie rested her pointed chin on her hands and looked at the butler with wide pansy-brown eyes.
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Rainbird," she said, "I thought the earl was a fine-looking gentleman. I took a dislike to him because of disappointment and all, but I can't believe Luke's story. I thought Lord Fleetwood looked kind. It was as if we didn't exist. We've been spoiled by some unusual tenants.
Hey ho! Why don't you send us down a tenant, O Lord! Angus MacGregor was peeling potatoes. Rainbird leaned over, extracted six, and proceeded to juggle them expertly.
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The "Mrs. When Mrs. Middleton saw that pub in her mind's eye, it was always summer, a sparkling English summer filled with the scent of roses and honeysuckle, and lazy with the drone of bees. It would be a fairly new building, not one of those dreadful Tudor places. The Tudors never could build anything right with their low beams that hit you on the head, and their nasty thatched roofs which harboured rats, and their non-existent drains, mused Mrs.
Middleton, who was convinced the Tudors had built like that out of sheer wilful spite rather than ignorance. She would never wear black again, but ginghams and colored lawns and muslins.
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She would rarely wear an apron, so that the customers would know she was the lady of the house and that the landlord was her husband. Rainbird would change, become stately and distinguished, and cease to remember his juggling or his acrobatics or magic tricks. Perhaps if they were really successful, they could expand into a posting house, and have droves of servants to attend to all the lords and ladies who came to stay. In her imagination, Mrs. Middleton could see the portly bulk of the Prince of Wales descending from his carriage outside the posting house as she and Rainbird stood on the steps to greet him.
And then just as she was curtsying to His Royal Highness, she was jerked back to the real world by the heavily accented Scotch voice of the cook. Angus was a superb cook, and his cooking alone would draw the customers in droves. I would be in ma ain country and no' be at the beck and call o' anybody, ever again.
Cattle thieves, that's what the MacGregors are. He had watched Lizzie change from a grubby illiterate waif to a well-read pretty young miss. But she was still a scullery maid, and surely she must begin to find her status in life increasingly degrading. But Lizzie, too, was dreaming of the future. She would be married to Joseph, a Joseph who no longer postured and posed, but a manly Joseph, healthy and bronzed after a day's work in the fields.
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For Lizzie saw the pub only as an extension of her servant labours. She feared she would be a part-owner of the establishment only in name, but would be expected to scrub and clean and wait table, and never experience the joys of social status or independence. If only Joseph would consider the life of a small farmer.
All they needed was a little cottage and a little piece of land. Her dreams were very much like those of the cook, but where he saw towering mountains and glittering lochs and the shaggy moorlands of Scotland, Lizzie saw the rolling English countryside where the sun always shone and where the wheat was always ripe, where the roses hung heavy over the hedge, where the grass in the garden was trim and green, a garden where she could stand in the evenings and watch Joseph striding homewards down the road. Jenny, quick and dark, had fallen silent as well. She saw the pub only as a means to give her a background to marriage.
In her dreams, she and Alice would be serving in the tap when two handsome dragoons walked in.
They would be immediately smitten with both of them. Alice and she would have a double wedding.
They would go to the Peninsular Wars with their husbands and be so very brave that the Prince of Wales would come to hear of it and would give them medals. Unaware of her friend's plans for her, beautiful blond Alice dreamt of children, lots and lots of children. She adored children, and when she tried to conjure up the face of the husband who was going to give them to her, she could never quite manage it. But this nameless and faceless man would ride up to the pub one day and would take her away to a country house with large airy rooms and a large nursery.
Like Lizzie, little Dave often saw the pub as just an extension of his duties in Clarges Street. They would need someone to clean the pots, and Dave was sure that someone would always be he. The ones he loathed were the saucepans after Angus had conjured up some of his French creations. The stuff left in the bottom seemed to be made of glue. But, now, if Mr.
Rainbird were to take off and go back to his life at the fairs, then Dave would go with him. They would have an easy life on the road, sleeping out under the stars, and he, Dave, would take the hat round as the crowd gasped and applauded Mr. Rainbird's clever tricks. The fairground was always brightly coloured and sunny and hot, and all the nights blazed with stars.
And then Joseph burst into the servants' hall and all the dreams of summer and the golden future whirled about their heads and disappeared. See All Customer Reviews. Shop Books. Read an excerpt of this book! Add to Wishlist. USD 7. Sign in to Purchase Instantly. Explore Now. Buy As Gift. Overview The downstairs staff at a Regency London townhouse prepares for another season in this delightful series by the New York Times —bestselling author.
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