Thereby Hangs a Tale, Volume One

“Ed—Ward!” “Yes, mum.” A stiff, high-shouldered footman turned round as he reached the breakfast-room door. “Are you sure Sir Hampton has been called?” “Yes, mum.” “And did Smith take up her ladyship’s hot water?” “Yes, mum.” “Are the young ladies coming down?” “They went out for a walk nearly an hour ago, mum.” “Dear me! and such a damp morning, too! Did they take their waterproofs?” “Please, ’m, I didn’t see them go.” “Look if they’re hanging in the hall, Edward.”