The company, at her entrance, shewed her the same respect which they had before paid to her mistress, by rising; but she forgot to imitate her, by desiring them to sit down again. Indeed, it was scarce possible they should have done so, for she placed her chair in such a posture as to occupy almost the whole fire. She then ordered a chicken to be broiled that instant, declaring, if it was not ready in a quarter of an hour, she would not stay for it. Now, though the said chicken was then at roost in the stable, and required the several ceremonies of catching, killing, and picking, before it was brought to the gridiron, my landlady would nevertheless have undertaken to do all within the time; but the guest, being unfortunately admitted behind the scenes, must have been witness to the fourberie; the poor woman was therefore obliged to confess that she had none in the house: but, madam, said she, I can get any kind of mutton in an instant from the butchers.
Do you think, then, answered the waiting-gentlewoman, that I have the stomach of a horse, to eat mutton at this time of night? Sure you people that keep inns imagine your betters are like yourselves. Indeed, I expected to get nothing at this wretched place. I wonder my lady would stop at it. I suppose none but tradesmen and grasiers ever call here. The landlady fired at this indignity offered to her house; however, she suppressed her temper, and contented herself with saying, Very good quality frequented it, she thanked heaven! Dont tell me, cries the other, of quality! I believe I know more of people of quality than such as you.But, prithee, without troubling me with any of your impertinence, do tell me what I can have for supper; for though I cannot eat horse-flesh, I am really hungry. Why, truly, madam, answered the landlady, you could not take me again at such a disadvantage; for I must confess I have nothing in the house, unless a cold piece of beef, which indeed a gentlemans footman and the post-boy have almost cleared to the bone. Woman, said Mrs. Abigail (so for shortness we will call her), I entreat you not to make me sick. If I had fasted a month, I could not eat what had been touched by the fingers of such fellows. Is there nothing neat or decent to be had in this horrid place? What think you of some eggs and bacon, madam? said the landlady. Are your eggs new laid? are you certain they were laid to-day? and let me have the bacon cut very nice and thin; for I cant endure anything thats gross.Prithee try if you can do a little tolerably for once, and dont think you have a farmers wife, or some of those creatures, in the house.The landlady began then to handle her knife; but the other stopt her, saying, Good woman, I must insist upon your first washing your hands; for I am extremely nice, and have been always used from my cradle to have everything in the most elegant manner.
The landlady who governed herself with much difficulty, began now the necessary preparations; for as to Susan, she was utterly rejected, and with such disdain, that the poor wench was as hard put to it to restrain her hands from violence as her mistress had been to hold her tongue. This indeed Susan did not entirely; for, though she literally kept it within her teeth, yet there it muttered many marry-come-ups, as good flesh and blood as yourself; with other such indignant phrases.
While the supper was preparing, Mrs. Abigail began to lament she had not ordered a fire in the parlour; but, she said, that was now too late. However, said she, I have novelty to recommend a kitchen; for I do not believe I ever eat in one before. Then, turning to the post-boys, she asked them, Why they were not in the stable with their horses? If I must eat my hard fare here, madam, cries she to the landlady, I beg the kitchen may be kept clear, that I may not be surrounded with all the blackguards in town: as for you, sir, says she to Partridge, you look somewhat like a gentleman, and may sit still if you please; I dont desire to disturb anybody but mob
Yes, yes, madam, cries Partridge, I am gentleman, I do assure you, and I am not so easily to be disturbed. Non semper vox casualis est verbo nominativus. This Latin she took to be some affront, and answered, You may be a gentleman, sir; but you dont show yourself as one to talk Latin to a woman. Partridge made a gentle reply, and concluded with more Latin; upon which she tossed up her nose, and contented herself by abusing him with the name of a great scholar.
The supper being now on the table, Mrs. Abigail eat very heartily for so delicate a person; and, while a second course of the same was by her order preparing, she said, And so, madam, you tell me your house in frequented by people of great quality?
The landlady pricked up her ears at this, and Partridge looked a little confounded. However, after a short hesitation, he answered, Indeed, madam, it is true, everybody doth not know him to be Squire Allworthys son; for he was never married to his mother; but his son he certainly is, and will be his heir too, as certainly as his name is Jones.
At that word, Abigail let drop the bacon which she was conveying to her mouth, and cried out, You surprize me, sir! Is it possible Mr. Jones should be now in the house? Quare non? answered Partridge, it is possible, and it is certain.