The Buccaneer - A Tale
Page 238Solomon was deeply mortified. He had great veneration for court, but he
had greater for his own talent, and he loved not to hear it called in
question: he therefore scanned the waiting-maid after his peculiar mode,
and then drawing himself up, stroked his chin, and replied, "That great
men had sat at his master's table, and had, he was well assured, praised
his skill in words which could not be repeated--that Lady Frances
herself had condescended to ask his method of blanching almonds, and
lauded his white chicken soup; and that he should not dread being
commanded to serve a banquet unto the Lord Protector himself."
Mistress Maud sneered, and examined a third jelly, which she was
"What robe would your ladyship desire?" she inquired of Lady Frances,
whose eyes were red with weeping, and who appeared astonishingly
careless upon a point that usually occupied much of her attention.
"Would your ladyship like the white and silver, with the pearl loopings
and diamond stomacher?"
"What need to trouble me as to the robe?" at length she replied with an
irritability of manner to which she too often yielded. "Why do I
entertain two lazy hussies, but to see after my robings, and save me the
trouble of thinking thereon?--Go to!--you have no brain."
Frances was ill satisfied.
"Said I not that the stomacher needed lengthening?--The point is not a
point, but a round!--Saw one ever the like?--It is as square as a dove's
tail, instead of tapering off like a parroquet's!"
"Did your ladyship mean," said the elder of the bewildered girls, "that
the stomacher was square or round?"
She perfectly agreed with her mistress in thinking a stomacher a matter
of great importance, but was most sadly perplexed that Lady Frances
should so markedly object to that which she had so warmly praised on a
"Square or round!" repeated Lady Frances impetuously--"neither:--it is
to be peaked--thus!"
The poor maid, in her eagerness to hold the stomacher for her lady's
inspection, let it fall--the principal jewel-band caught in a hook, and
was scattered in fragments upon the ground. This was more than Lady
Frances could bear, and she turned both women out of the room,
commanding them to send Barbara in their stead. The little Puritan had
been weeping plentifully, but when she came, Lady Frances appeared to
have forgotten her wrath, and greeted her with much gentleness.