The Motor Maid eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about The Motor Maid.

The Motor Maid eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about The Motor Maid.
way in the Place where the first Crusade was proclaimed, and to gaze at the house and statue of Pascal.  Jack would squander some of his extremely hard earned money on a box of the burnt almonds for which Clermont-Ferrand is celebrated; and when we had seen everything I dared stop to see, he ran the car to Montferrand, to show me some ancient and wonderful houses, famous all over France.  Eventually he threatened to spin me out to Royat, but I pleaded the certainty that Lady Turnour would wish to change into her smartest tea-gown for “feef oclocky” and that I must be there to assist at the ceremony.

So we turned castleward, with all the speed the law allows, if not a little more; and I arrived with a pair of red stockings, cheap high-heeled slippers, a franc in change, and a queer presentiment of dangerous things to happen.

CHAPTER XXVIII

Although a good many neighbours were coming to the Chateau de Roquemartine to look on at the servants’ ball, they were all to drive or motor over in their ordinary dinner dress; it was only the servants themselves who were to “make toilettes.”

Lady Turnour, however, who regretted having missed the smart ball for the great world, given a few nights before, determined that people should be forced to appreciate her wealth and position; and the wardrobe of Solomon in all his glory could hardly have produced anything to exceed her gold tissue, diamante.

When I had squeezed, and poked, and pushed her into it, and was bejewelling her, Sir Samuel came, as usual, to have his white cravat tied by me.  Bertie, too, appeared, dressed for dinner, and watched me with silent amusement as I performed my evening duty for his stepfather.

“Pretty gorgeous, aren’t you?” he remarked to Lady Turnour; but she was flattered rather than annoyed by the criticism, and sailed away good-natured, leaving me to gather up the few jewels of her collection which she had discarded.  Lately I had been trusted with her treasures, and felt the responsibility disagreeably, especially as my mistress—­when she remembered it—­counted everything ostentatiously over, after relieving me of my charge.

To-night I had just begun picking up the brooches, bracelets, diamond stars, coronets and bursting suns which illuminated the dressing-table firmament, when Bertie walked in again, through the door that he had left ajar.

“I came back because my necktie’s a failure,” said he.  “My man must be in love, I should think.  Probably with you!  Anyhow, something’s the matter; his fingers are all thumbs.  But you turned out my old governor rippin’ly.  You’ll do me, won’t you?”

As he spoke, he untied his cravat, and produced another.

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “I don’t know how to do that kind of tie.”

“What—­what?” he stared.  “It’s just the same as the governor’s—­only a little better.  Come along, there’s a dear.”  He had pushed the door to; now he shut it.

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