“I had the plate and the glass to look after; and the table-linen was all under my care. I had to answer all the bells, except in the bedrooms. There were other little odds and ends sometimes to do—”
“But your regular duties were the duties you have just mentioned?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“How long ago is it since you lived in service as a parlor-maid?”
“A little better than two years, ma’am.”
“I suppose you have not forgotten how to wait at table, and clean plate, and the rest of it, in that time?”
At this question Louisa’s attention, which had been wandering more and more during the progress of Magdalen’s inquiries, wandered away altogether. Her gathering anxieties got the better of her discretion, and even of her timidity. Instead of answering her mistress, she suddenly and confusedly ventured on a question of her own.
“I beg your pardon, ma’am,” she said. “Did you mean me to offer for the parlor-maid’s place at St. Crux?”
“You?” replied Magdalen. “Certainly not! Have you forgotten what I said to you in this room before I went out? I mean you to be married, and go to Australia with your husband and your child. You have not waited as I told you, to hear me explain myself. You have drawn your own conclusions, and you have drawn them wrong. I asked a question just now, which you have not answered—I asked if you had forgotten your parlor-maid’s duties?”
“Oh, no, ma’am!” Louisa had replied rather unwillingly thus far. She answered readily and confidently now.