“Sixes and Sevens” we called them, and certainly that’s what they were always at. They stayed three weeks, while their house in London was being painted and done up inside and out; and if they had stayed much longer, I think mad I should have gone. When they came I had picked up my strength again wonderfully, and was quite well; but when they went away I was reduced to such a state of nervousness that if a door banged I jumped out of my chair and burst into a perspiration3.
One day we had a letter from a lady in London, asking if we had two sitting-rooms and four bedrooms to spare, and giving a list of the family she wanted to bring with her, if we could accommodate them for a fortnight. Mrs. Owen Wales was the name on the lady’s card, and it was a very good address. So we wrote back to say that we had the bedrooms to spare, and also two nice sitting-rooms—No. 6 and No. 7. She had asked us to give her an idea of our terms for such a party for three weeks; but Harry4 said it was no good making a reduction, as large families were sometimes more trouble than small ones, and our terms were quite moderate enough. So I wrote a nice polite letter, and said what our regular charges were, and that as we had only limited accommodation, and were generally full, we couldn’t make any reduction, but they might rely upon every attention being paid to their comfort.
One or two letters passed before the thing was settled, and then one day we had a telegram ordering fires to be{224} lighted in both sitting-rooms and dinner to be ready at 6.30 for six people, in the largest sitting-room1.
They arrived about half-past five—Mr. and Mrs. Owen Wales and two young gentlemen and two young ladies and a maidservant.
Mr. Owen Wales was a very short and very stout6 gentleman of about fifty-five, with the reddest hair and whiskers I ever saw in my life. Mrs. Owen Wales was about fifty, I should say, but she was six feet, if she was an inch, and a fine women in every way; in fact, I may say a magnificent woman. The two sons, Mr. Robert and Mr. David, were fine, tall young men, taking after the mother. One was twenty-two and the other nineteen, and the daughters, Miss Rhoda and Miss Maggie, were both tall, too, and neither of them, I should say, would see twenty again. Pryce, the lady’s-maid, was the queerest lady’s-maid I ever saw in my life. She said she was forty to one of our girls, who asked the question delicately; but she was sixty if she was a day. She was one of those hard-faced, straight-up-and-down, hawk-eyed, eagle-nosed old women that never laugh and never smile, and seem to have been turned out of a mould hard set, and never to have melted.
I soon saw what I had to deal with in Mrs. Pryce (she was a Miss, but was always called Mrs. by her own request,) directly she got out of the fly, that came on first with the luggage.
She began to order me about, if you please, before she had been inside the door a second, and to give me directions what was to be done, as if I had never had a respectable person stay at my hotel before.
I listened to what she had to say quietly, and I said, “Very good; I will call the chambermaid, and she will attend to you.”
She looked at me in a supercilious7 sort of way, and said, “Humph!” out loud, and growled8 something to herself, which I know as well as possible, though I didn’t hear it, was that she supposed I was above my business.
Now, that is a thing nobody can say of me with truth; but I never could submit to be sat upon; and nothing puts my back up quicker than for anybody to try it on,{225} especially people who are always giving themselves airs and showing off.
After she’d gone upstairs with the chambermaid and the man who carried the luggage up, to see it put in the proper rooms, I said to my husband, “Harry, there’ll be trouble with that person before we’ve done with her—you mark my words.” Harry said, “Well, my dear, don’t you begin making it,” which made me turn on him rather spitefully. One would have thought, to hear him say that, that I was inclined to quarrel with people and to make words, which I never was, and I hope I never shall be; though, of course, a great deal depends upon the health you are in and the condition of your nerves. You have a baby who is teething, and keeps you awake night after night for a fortnight, and I think Job himself would have lost his patience and turned snappy. And that was what had happened to me with my second—a dear little girl, with the loveliest dark eyes you ever saw in your life, and more like me than Harry, with the prettiest ways a baby ever had, till the teething began, and then the poor mite5, I am bound to say, she didn’t show her mother’s amiability9 of temper. (Ahem! Harry.)
“Well, of all the impudent10 things I ever saw! I left my papers on my desk while I ran downstairs to go to the stores cupboard with cook, and that impudent husband of mine has been reading my manuscript, and has put in that nasty remark. I shan’t scratch it out—it shall stand there as a lasting11 disgrace to him. It will show young women what they have to expect when they get married, and how little men appreciate a woman who lets them have their own way, and doesn’t make herself a tyrant12.
And talking about tyrants13, if ever there was one in this world it was that Mr. Owen Wales. That little bit of a fellow, who, as Harry said, was only a pair of red whiskers on two stumps14, made his big wife and his big family tremble before him. But I shall come to that presently.
It was as much as I could do to keep from saying, “Oh!” and giggling15 right out when they all got out of the fly, and the little man walked in like a small turkey-cock surrounded by his giant family. They really looked{226} giants and giantesses by the side of him; but not one of them spoke16 a word or offered a remark, leaving everything to “Pa.”
Harry said afterwards it reminded him of a little bantam cock when Mr. Owen Wales first strutted17 in; but there wasn’t much of the bantam when he began to crow—I mean when he began to speak. It was more like a bassoon. He had the deepest and gruffest voice I ever heard. Really, you would wonder how such sounds could come out of a little man’s throat.
He spoke in his gruff voice in a short, jumpy way, as if he was ordering a regiment18 of soldiers about. “Rooms ready?” “Yes, sir; quite ready.” “Fires alight?” “Yes, sir; they have been alight all day.” He grunted20, and then he turned to his family, who all stood meek21 and mute behind him, and said, “Go on!” Well, he didn’t say it—he growled it, and they all turned and went upstairs after the waitress, like school-children, leaving Mr. Owen Wales to settle with the flyman. Our flyman is a very civil flyman, but Mr. Owen Wales bullied22 him about some trifle till, the poor man told me afterwards, he felt inclined to jump off the box and give the “little beggar” a good shaking. And that’s how I often felt with him afterwards—that I should like to take him up, put him under my arm, and drop him quietly out of the window, to teach him a lesson.
But his family stood in absolute terror of him, especially his wife, who was the dullest, meekest23, quietest creature for her size that you ever saw. She could have taken that little man and given him a good shaking at any moment if she had chosen to put out her strength; and instead of that she obeyed him like a dog and trembled if he spoke cross to her or swore.
And he did swear. Not very bad swearing, but still swearing all the same. It was only one word he used, beginning with D; but he would say it as if he was thinking it out loud. This was the sort of thing. “Where did I put my glasses? D——!” “Hasn’t anybody seen them? D——!” “Oh, there they are on the sofa. D——!” “What time is it—half-past ten? D——!” “Which way is the wind this morning—east? D——!” And so on. It was such a habit with him that I think he didn’t know{227} what he did it for. One Sunday I heard him, coming out of church, before the people were out of the doors, say quite out loud, “I have left my Church Service in the pew. D——!” And, turning round to go back, he pushed up against the clergyman’s wife, and apologized, “Beg pardon, ma’am, I’m sure. D——!”
He used to say that word between every sentence he spoke aloud, just like some people grunt19 between every sentence when they talk; and being such a pompous25 little man, and so conspicuous26 with his red hair and whiskers and his stoutness27, it made it seem odder than ever, and attracted everybody’s attention.
I believe he was a very clever little man, which perhaps accounted for his queer ways. I was told that he was a very wonderful man at figures; and I think he was under Government, in some great office—at least, I’ve heard so; and this perhaps accounted for his muttering, and thinking, and swearing so much to himself. He really forgot that anybody was in the room, his head being on something else. Sometimes at dinner, when the joint28 was in front of him, he would help himself and begin to eat, forgetting his wife and family altogether, until one of them would venture to say “Pa.” And then he would look up suddenly, and say quite sharply, “Eh? What? Oh, d——!” and then serve them.
When he was in our hotel he always had one of the sitting-rooms to himself, and he would sit there for hours with a lot of papers, which he had in a big dispatch-box he carried about with him. I suppose he was ciphering, but I couldn’t tell, because he always locked the door, and nobody was allowed to go near when he was there. The only person he was really civil to, and was really afraid of, was Mrs. Pryce, the lady’s-maid. I’m sure that old woman knew something; for he never tried any of his bullying29 on with her. Sometimes, when dinner was ready, and he was locked in his room, there wasn’t one of them—not his wife, and not his children—who dared go and knock and tell him. They used to send for Pryce to go; and she would march up to the door as bold as brass30 and knock, and say, quite short, “Dinner, sir.”
If Pryce did that he would come out in a minute; but{228} once, when Pryce was out, his eldest31 daughter went and gave a feeble little tap after dinner had been ready three-quarters of an hour, and he came out foaming32 at the mouth, and dancing about in a rage, and roaring and bellowing33, like a wild animal that had been stirred up in its cage with a long pole.
The least thing would put him out. I remember when they first came I had to tell him one day that his wife had gone for a walk with the young ladies.
“Mrs. Wales has gone out, sir,” I said.
“That’s not her name,” he said. “D——! Don’t you think you ought to call people who stay with you by their proper name? D——! My name is Owen Wales, D——! not Wales. My wife’s Mrs. Owen Wales; my daughters are Miss Owen Waleses. Don’t chop half our name off, please. D——!”
And with that he went growling34 and muttering up the stairs, as though he’d been having a fight with another animal over a bone.
I’ve told you that when he was about, the rest of the family were like lambs. Even the sons, grown-up young men as they were, didn’t dare to open their mouths hardly before him; but when he went up to London and left them in the hotel by themselves, oh dear me! you wouldn’t have believed what a wonderful change took place.
Their mamma was just the same quiet, meek, long-suffering creature; but the young ladies and gentlemen were like wild animals, when the keeper’s gone away and has taken the horsewhip with him. All the pa that was in them came out, and they quarrelled and went on at each other awfully35; and their poor ma was no more use than a baby to manage them. She used to lie in bed generally when Mr. Owen Wales was away till eleven o’clock in the morning, and the family used to come down at all hours, one after the other, and quarrel over their breakfast.
When Mr. Owen Wales was with us everybody used to be at breakfast at nine sharp, all looking as if butter wouldn’t melt; and woe36 betide any of them that was a minute late at a meal except himself.
But, oh, the meals when he wasn’t there! It was dread{229}ful. It was the same with dinner as with breakfast. They’d come in one after the other, and quarrel all the time. And one day at dinner Miss Rhoda slapped Mr. Robert’s face, and Mr. Robert threw a glass of water over her, and they all jumped up, and I thought they’d have a free fight. I was so terrified that I dropped the vegetable-dish I was handing round out of my hand on the table, and, as it was cauliflower and melted-butter, and it all fell over into Mrs. Owen Wales’s lap and ruined her dress, I didn’t know which way to look or what to do. I thought perhaps they’d all turn on to me, and begin to tear my hair or something; but they went on calling each other beasts and cats and crocodiles, and other pet names without taking any notice, and their ma just wiped up the melted-butter out of her lap with her napkin, and said gently, “It doesn’t matter, Mrs. Beckett; it’ll come out.” And then she looked up at the young people and said, “Children, children, do, pray, be quiet.”
But the brothers went on at each other furiously; one brother taking one sister’s side and one the other; and the young ladies began scratching their brothers’ faces. And I don’t know how it would have ended, only Pryce walked into the room as calm as a judge, and they all sat down as if by magic.
I found out afterwards they were afraid she would tell their father; they knew their mother wouldn’t. Pryce was the master when the master was away—there was no mistake about that; and I’ve heard her go into Mrs. Owen Wales’s room, and order her to get up—not exactly order her, but you know what I mean—tell her it was late in a way that was as good as an order to get up.
The constant scenes when their pa was away quite wore me out, and I said to Harry that my nerves wouldn’t stand it. They always used to quarrel at the top of their voices, and the young ladies used to scream and rush out bathed in tears, and bang the doors and run upstairs into their bed-room; and I said we might as well keep a lunatic asylum37 at once—better, for we should have keepers and strait-jackets then, and padded rooms.
Harry said they were a queer family, certainly. But he supposed it was their being kept under so awfully by their{230} pa made them burst out when he wasn’t there—and perhaps that was it; but whatever it was, it was very unpleasant in an hotel, which had always had quiet, steady-going people.
And it was not only quarrelling, but they were all over the place. The young gentlemen would come into the bar, and into the bar-parlour, and go on anyhow; and one day I found Mr. David sitting on the table in the kitchen, and making the servants roar with laughter at a figure which he had got, which was an old man on a donkey, that worked with strings38; and Harry came in one day and told me that he had seen Mr. Robert walking with our nursemaid, while she was out with baby in the perambulator.
I said to Harry that the sooner their pa came back again the better it would be for us, for the place was being turned into a bear garden, and their ma was a poor, helpless creature to be left with such a lot.
But the worst that happened was one afternoon. Mr. Robert and Mr. David came down and said to Harry, “Mr. Beckett, we want you to do us a favour.” “What is it?” said Harry. “We’re going up to London, and we can’t get back till the last train, which gets into ——” (a station four miles from us) “at one in the morning. Will you let some one sit up for us, and not say anything about it to Pryce or pa?”
Harry, in his good-natured way, said, “All right,” and off my lords went. I was very cross when I heard about it; but Harry said they were grown-up young men, and perhaps they wanted to go to the theatre.
I wouldn’t let Harry sit up alone, so I sat up too. And, if you please, it was past two in the morning when a cab stopped at the door. And, when Harry let them in, if these two young gentlemen were not in a nice condition! Their hats were stuck on the backs of their heads, and they could hardly stand upright—they were so much the worse for what they had had.
They grinned a most idiotic39 grin when they saw me, and tried to say something polite; but they couldn’t get a distinct sentence out.
While I was lighting40 their candles they sat on the{231} stairs and talked a lot of gibberish, and looked like idiots. It was really quite painful.
I said to Harry, “Get them up to bed, for goodness’ sake, and carry their candles, or they’ll set the place on fire.”
Harry tried to get them up, and by propping41 one against the wall and holding him up with one hand, while with the other he helped the other to get on his legs, he managed it at last. Then they both took hold of his arms, and they tried to go upstairs three abreast42, but before they got half-way they both tumbled down, and pulled Harry on top of them, and the candlestick fell out of his hand and came clattering43 downstairs.
Harry laughed, but I was awfully wild. It wasn’t the sort of thing for a respectable house like ours; and I was so afraid some of the other customers would hear the noise and be disturbed by it.
I had to help Harry to get them up again, and I said, “Do please try and go to bed quietly, there’s good young gentlemen. You’re disturbing the whole house!”
They said, “All right, Mrs. Beckett. You’re goo’short, you are.” And they did try to steady themselves, and we managed to get them all right to the first landing, I going up in front with the candles. I wasn’t going behind, for fear they should all fall down on top of me.
But when we got to the top of the landing I thought I heard a slight noise. I looked up, and there, with a candle in her hand leaning over the banister, was that Mrs. Pryce.
She was fully2 dressed, and had evidently had an idea what was going to happen, and the cat—that ever I should call her so!—had sat up and listened for the young gentlemen to come in and go to bed.
When they looked up, too, and saw her it seemed to sober them for a minute. “It’s all right, Pryce,” said Mr. Robert. “We’ve been to the misshurry meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Beckett, and losh lash44 train.”
If a glance could have withered45 them that old woman’s would have done it. “Very good,” she said; “your father shall be informed of this.” Then, looking at me, she said, “As to you, ma’am, you ought to be ashamed of{232} yourself—encouraging young men in vice24 and drunkenness.”
Harry had heard what she said, too. He left go of the two young men, and they both went down bang on the landing; and he jumped up the stairs, two at a time, till he reached Mrs. Pryce, and then, his eyes glaring (he looked splendid like that), he almost shouted, “Apologize to my wife for your insolence47, this minute!”
“I shall not,” she said, never flinching48 an inch. “It’s disgraceful, and you ought to lose your licence.”
“Do you suppose they got drunk with us?” yelled Harry.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” said that female; “but they are drunk, and you and your wife are up with them at two o’clock in the morning. I shall inform my master at once. This is not a fit house for respectable people.”
“Isn’t it?” shouted Harry; “it’s a d—— sight too respectable for you and your lot! You and your master can go to the——”
“Harry,” I said, running up, and catching49 hold of him; “Harry, be calm; think of the other customers.”
It was too late. People hearing the row had got up, and I could see white figures peeping through the half-open doors, and one old lady rushed out in her nightgown shrieking50, “What is it? The house is on fire—I know it is. Fire! fire! fire!—--”
“Hush51, hush!” I cried, “don’t, don’t!”—and, in my horror, I put my hands over her mouth to stop her. “It’s nothing; it’s only two gentlemen drunk.” The old lady caught sight of the two young Mr. Owen Waleses sitting on the landing, and remembering how she was dressed, and that she hadn’t got her wig52 on, bolted into her room and banged the door to after her, and I went to the other doors and told the people it was nothing, that they weren’t to be frightened; it was only two of our gentlemen had been overcome by something which had disagreed with them.
Oh, it was dreadful! I didn’t know where the scandal{233} would end, or what would be the consequences of it. How we got those two young fellows to bed—how I quieted Harry down, and left that wretched woman Pryce triumphant53 on the staircase, with a wicked, fiendish glare in her eye—I only remember in a confused sort of way; but I know, when it was all over and I got to bed, I had to have a good cry to prevent myself having hysterics. And Harry, as soon as he’d got me round a bit, worked himself up into a temper again, and, instead of going to sleep, kept on turning from side to side in his indignation, and saying, if it hadn’t been for me, he’d “have wrung54 that old cat’s neck for her.”
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The next morning the two young gentlemen came into our private room after breakfast, and apologized, like gentlemen. They said they were very sorry for what had occurred, and they hoped we shouldn’t think too badly of them. I said I should think no more of it, though, of course, it had made a terrible scandal in the house, and would probably injure our business; but I should not forget the impertinence of the woman Pryce, who was only a servant, and had no business to dare to interfere55 or to speak to me in such a way.
They said that I was quite right; but they daren’t say anything to Pryce, as their only chance of getting her not to tell their father was by being very humble56 to her and smoothing her down.
I don’t know how they tried to smooth her down; but they didn’t do it, for their pa came down the next day, and that Pryce told him everything, and a nice row there was. The way that little man went on at those two great six-foot fellows was awful. They shook like aspen-leaves before him—I expected to see him set to and thrash them every minute, though he would have had to stand on a chair to box their ears. Of course, they deserved all they got; the cruel part was that he bullied his wife as well, and told her it was all her fault, and she was ruining her children, and she wasn’t fit to be a mother, and I don’t know what. Really one would have thought she was a little girl herself. I wondered if he was going to stand her in the corner, or send her to bed. The poor woman{234} trembled and sobbed57 before the little bantam, till I quite lost patience with her. Why, if she had given him a push, she could have sent him over into the fender, for he stood on the hearthrug, and foamed58 and swore till he was nearly black in the face.
The door was wide open—the sitting-room door—and we heard all he said, and he rang the bell, and sent for me and Harry, and demanded to know “the rights of it.”
It was very awkward; but I got out of it. I said, “If you’ve anything to say, sir, you can say it to my husband;” and with that I vanished out of the room. He didn’t frighten Harry, though he tried to; but the end of it was, he said he shouldn’t stay in the house any longer, and Harry said he was glad to hear it, as it saved him the pain of having to present him with the bill, and ask him to take his custom and his family somewhere else.
When Harry said that, he told me, the little man swelled59 out to such a size Harry thought he was going to burst; but he only swore, and ordered Harry to leave the room instantly, which, to avoid a disturbance60, he did.
And, thank goodness, the next day they all departed; but not without a good many d——s from Mr. Owen Wales over the bill. The young gentlemen looked very sheepish, as well they might, and the whole family were tamed again, and hadn’t a word to say among them. Their tamer was there, and they quailed61 before him. Pryce was the first to go; she went in a fly by herself with the luggage. Harry was at the door as she drove away, and he raised his hat, with mock politeness, to my lady.
She gave him a look, and turned her head, and sniffed62, and said, “Good afternoon, sir; it’s the first time I’ve stayed at a pothouse, and I hope it will be the last!”
A pothouse! Oh, when I think of it even now it makes the blood rush to the roots of my hair. I do believe if I had been at the door when that creature said that I should have——
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Miss Measom not in yet? Why, it’s past eleven{235}!—what does she mean by such conduct? She’ll have to go. I will not have a barmaid who cannot come in at a decent and proper time. When she does come in I shall give her a piece of my mind. She’s much too flighty for her place; I thought so when you engaged her. You go to bed, Harry; I’ll sit up for her.
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