Lesson 49
The ideal servant
What was Bessie's 'little weakness' ?
It is a good thing my aunt Harriet died years ago.
If she were alive today she would not be able to air her views on her favourite topic of conversation: domestic servants.
Aunt Harriet lived in that leisurely age when servants were employed to do housework.
She had a huge, rambling country house called 'The Gables'.
She was sentimentally attached to this house,
for even though it was far too big for her needs, she persisted in living there long after her husband's death.
Before she grew old, aunt Harriet used to entertain lavishly.
I often visited The Gables when I was a boy.
No matter how many guests were present, the great house was always immaculate.
The parquet floors shone like mirrors;
highly polished silver was displayed in gleaming glass cabinets;
even my uncle's huge collection of books was kept miraculously free from dust.
Aunt Harriet presided over an invisible army of servants that continuously scrubbed, cleaned, and polished.
She always referred to them as 'the shifting population',
for they came and went with such frequency that I never even got a chance to learn their names.
Though my aunt pursued what was, in those days an enlightened policy,
in that she never allowed her domestic staff to work more than eight hours a day, she was extremely difficult to please.