‘An’ my pore ’usband in trouble, ’im that never did an ’ard day’s work in ’is life before.’
Clouds veiled the serenity of Lord Griffinhoofe’s countenance for a little while, then he passed his hand over his face and emerged with a bright idea.
‘How would it be if you saw the cook and had it out with her?’
Mrs. Waggs, paying no direct attention to this proposal, nor to the next proposal to come back in a few days and see what could be done then, but continuing merely to repeat her name and claims, Lord Griffinhoofe finally decided that the best thing he could do was to ring the bell and consult the housekeeper. A lean woman in black presented herself, glanced quickly round, and listened with sour submission while Lord Griffinhoofe explained the situation and its difficulties.
‘Shall I deal with the woman, my lord?’
‘I shall be extremely grateful, Mrs. Porter. I hardly know what to do myself.’
Three short steps brought the housekeeper in front of Mrs. Waggs.
‘Now then, out you go! March!’
Mrs. Waggs quailed and rose obediently.
‘Comin’ here in such a state—the idea!’