"Allen, Grant - Miss Cayley's Adventures 05 - The Adenture of the Impromptu Mountaineer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Grant)

I assure you, I came back unexpectedly from poor
dear Kynaston's one day at a moment's notice--
having quarrelled with him over Home Rule or
Education or something--poor dear Kynaston's what
they call a Liberal, I believe--got at by that man
Rosebery--and there didn't I find all the
O'Flanagans, and O'Flahertys, and O'Flynns in the
neighbourhood camping out in my drawing-room; with
a strong detachment of O'Donohues, and O'Dohertys,
and O'Driscolls lying around loose in possession of
the library? Never leave a house to the servants,
my dear! It's positively suicidal. Put in a
responsible caretaker of whom you know something
like , Lois here, for instance.'

'Lois!' Mrs. Evelegh echoed. 'Dear me, that's
just the very thing. What a capital idea! I never
thought of Lois! She and Elsie might stop on here,
with Ursula and the gardener.'

I protested that if we did it was our clear duty
to pay a small rent; but Mrs. Evelegh brushed that
aside. 'You've robbed yourselves over the
bicycle,' she insisted, 'and I'm delighted to let
you have it. It's I who ought to pay, for you'll
keep the house dry for me.'

I remembered Mr. Hitchcock--'Mutual advantage:
benefits you, benefits me'--and made no bones about
it. So in the end Mrs. Evelegh set off for England
with Cecile, leaving Elsie and me in charge of
Ursula, the gardener, and the chalet.

As for Lady Georgina, having by this time
completed her 'cure' at Schlangenbad (complexion as
usual; no guinea yellower), she telegraphed for
Gretchen--'I can't do without the idiot'--and hung
round Lucerne, apparently for no other purpose but
to send people up the Brunig on the hunt for our
wonderful new machines, and so put money in our
pockets. She was much amused when I told her that
Aunt Susan (who lived, you will remember, in
respectable indigence at Blackheath) had written to
expostulate with me on my 'unladylike' conduct in
becoming a bicycle commission agent. 'Unladylike!'
the Cantankerous Old Lady exclaimed, with warmth.
'What does the woman mean? Has she got no
gumption? It's "ladylike," I suppose, to be a
companion, or a governess, or a music-teacher, or
something else in the black-thread-glove way, in