knowledge of the games they spoke of. Miss Granham now turned her face on me and though I saw she could not be Mr Taylor’s “regular snorter” her features were severely pleasant enough when lighted with the social smile. I praised the innocent hours of enjoyment afforded by cards and hoped that at some time in our long voyage I should have the benefit of Miss Granham’s instruction.
Now there was the devil of it. The smile vanished. That word “instruction” had a denotation for me and a connotation for the lady!
“Yes, Mr Talbot,” said she, and I saw a pink spot appear in either cheek. “As you have discovered, I am a governess.”
Was this my fault? Had I been remiss? Her expectations in life must have been more exalted than their realization and this has rendered her tongue hair-triggered as a duelling pistol. I declare to your lordship that with such people there is nothing to be done and the only attitude to adopt with them is one of silent attention. That is how they are and one cannot detect their quality in advance any more than the poacher can see the gin. You take a step, and bang! goes the blunderbuss, or the teeth of the gin snapround your ankle. It is easy for those whose rank and position in society put them beyond the vexation of such trivial social distinctions. But we poor fellows who must work or, should I say operate, among these infinitesimal gradations find their detection in advance as difficult as what the papists call “the discernment of spirits”.
But to return. No sooner had I heard the words “I am a governess”, or perhaps even while I was hearing them, I saw that quite unintentionally I had ruffled the lady.
“Why, ma’am,” said I soothingly as Wheeler’s paregoric , “yours is indeed the most necessary and genteel profession open to a lady. I cannot tell you what a dear friend Miss Dobson, Old Dobbie as we call her, has been to me and my young brothers. I will swear you are as secure as she in the affectionate friendship of your young ladies and gentlemen!”
Was this not handsome? I lifted the glass that had been put in my hand as if to salute the whole useful race, though really I drank to my own dexterity in avoiding the lanyard of the blunderbuss or the footplate of the gin.
But it would not do.
“If”, said Miss Granham severely, “I am secure in the affectionate friendship of my young ladies and gentlemen it is the only thing I am secure in. A lady who is daughter of a late canon of Exeter Cathedral and who is obliged by her circumstances to take up the offer of employment among a family in the Antipodes may well set the affectionate friendship of young ladies and gentlemen at a lower value than you do.”
There was I, trapped and blunderbussed—unjustly, I think, when I remember what an effort I had made to smooth the lady’s feathers. I bowed and was her servant, the army officer, Oldmeadow, drew his chin even further into his neck; and here was Bates with sherry. I gulpedwhat I held and seized another glass in a way that it must have indicated my discomfiture, for Summers rescued me, saying he wished other people to have the pleasure of making my acquaintance. I declared I had not known there were so many of us. A large, florid and corpulent gentleman with a port-wine voice declared he would wish to turn a group portrait since with the exception of his good lady and his gal we were all present. A sallow young man, a Mr Weekes, who goes I believe to set up school, declared that the emigrants would form an admirable background to the composition.
“No, no,” said the large gentleman, “I must not be patronized other than by the nobility and gentry.”
“The emigrants,” said I, happy to have the subject changed. “Why, I would as soon be pictured for posterity arm in arm with a common sailor!”
“You must not have me in your picture, then,” said Summers, laughing loudly. “I was once a ‘common sailor’ as you put it.”
“You, sir? I
Now there was the devil of it. The smile vanished. That word “instruction” had a denotation for me and a connotation for the lady!
“Yes, Mr Talbot,” said she, and I saw a pink spot appear in either cheek. “As you have discovered, I am a governess.”
Was this my fault? Had I been remiss? Her expectations in life must have been more exalted than their realization and this has rendered her tongue hair-triggered as a duelling pistol. I declare to your lordship that with such people there is nothing to be done and the only attitude to adopt with them is one of silent attention. That is how they are and one cannot detect their quality in advance any more than the poacher can see the gin. You take a step, and bang! goes the blunderbuss, or the teeth of the gin snapround your ankle. It is easy for those whose rank and position in society put them beyond the vexation of such trivial social distinctions. But we poor fellows who must work or, should I say operate, among these infinitesimal gradations find their detection in advance as difficult as what the papists call “the discernment of spirits”.
But to return. No sooner had I heard the words “I am a governess”, or perhaps even while I was hearing them, I saw that quite unintentionally I had ruffled the lady.
“Why, ma’am,” said I soothingly as Wheeler’s paregoric , “yours is indeed the most necessary and genteel profession open to a lady. I cannot tell you what a dear friend Miss Dobson, Old Dobbie as we call her, has been to me and my young brothers. I will swear you are as secure as she in the affectionate friendship of your young ladies and gentlemen!”
Was this not handsome? I lifted the glass that had been put in my hand as if to salute the whole useful race, though really I drank to my own dexterity in avoiding the lanyard of the blunderbuss or the footplate of the gin.
But it would not do.
“If”, said Miss Granham severely, “I am secure in the affectionate friendship of my young ladies and gentlemen it is the only thing I am secure in. A lady who is daughter of a late canon of Exeter Cathedral and who is obliged by her circumstances to take up the offer of employment among a family in the Antipodes may well set the affectionate friendship of young ladies and gentlemen at a lower value than you do.”
There was I, trapped and blunderbussed—unjustly, I think, when I remember what an effort I had made to smooth the lady’s feathers. I bowed and was her servant, the army officer, Oldmeadow, drew his chin even further into his neck; and here was Bates with sherry. I gulpedwhat I held and seized another glass in a way that it must have indicated my discomfiture, for Summers rescued me, saying he wished other people to have the pleasure of making my acquaintance. I declared I had not known there were so many of us. A large, florid and corpulent gentleman with a port-wine voice declared he would wish to turn a group portrait since with the exception of his good lady and his gal we were all present. A sallow young man, a Mr Weekes, who goes I believe to set up school, declared that the emigrants would form an admirable background to the composition.
“No, no,” said the large gentleman, “I must not be patronized other than by the nobility and gentry.”
“The emigrants,” said I, happy to have the subject changed. “Why, I would as soon be pictured for posterity arm in arm with a common sailor!”
“You must not have me in your picture, then,” said Summers, laughing loudly. “I was once a ‘common sailor’ as you put it.”
“You, sir? I
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