Much had happened to them in the two years that had elapsed since the day on which Gilbert carried Henry off to Dublin. The Bloomsbury household had come to an end. Suddenly and, as it seemed to them, inexplicably, Mrs. Clutters had died. It had never occurred to any of them that Mrs. Clutters could die. They seldom saw her. The kitchen was her domain, and Magnolia was her messenger. If they had any preferences or prejudices concerning food, they made them known to Magnolia, and Magnolia made them known to Mrs. Clutters. Ninian returning home in an epicurean mood, might announce that he had seen mushrooms in a greengrocer's window. "Magnolia," he would "Magnolia!" he shouted from the door, "Magnolia!" "Yes, sir!" Magnolia answered in an agitated voice. They waited for her to add "Certainly, sir!" but she did not do so, and they looked oddly at each other, feeling that something unusual had happened. "We're waiting for breakfast," Roger said in a less impatient voice. "Yes, sir, I'm comin', sir!..." Magnolia appeared at the door, very red in the face and very worried in her looks, and placed a covered dish in front of Roger who was the father of the four, appointed to carve and to serve. "What's this?" Roger demanded when he had removed the cover. "Please, sir, it's eggs, sir! Fried eggs, sir! That's what it's supposed to be, sir!" Magnolia replied dubiously. "It's a bad imitation, Magnolia!" Gilbert said. "I think I'll just have bread and marmalade this morning!" He reached for the marmalade as he spoke, and Henry, "Tell Mrs. Clutters I want her," Roger said to Magnolia. "Please, sir, she's not very well in herself this mornin'...." "Not very well!" "Do you mean to say she's ill?" Ninian shouted. "Yes, sir. It was me fried the eggs, sir!" "But ... but she can't be ill," Ninian continued. "Well, she is, sir. That's what she says any'ow. 'You'll 'ave to cook the breakfis yourself', she says to me, an' when I said I didn't know 'ow, she said 'Well, you must do the best you can, that's all!' an' I done it, sir. She don't look well at all!..." "How long has she been ill?" Roger asked. "I don't know, sir. She didn't tell me. She was groanin' a bit yesterday an' the day before, but she wouldn't give in. I said to 'er, 'If I was you, Mrs. Clutters, I'd 'ave a doctor an' chance it!' an' she told me to 'old me tongue, so of course I wasn't goin' to say no more, not after that. I mean to say, I can take a 'int as good as any one...." "We'd better send for a doctor," Roger said, interrupting Magnolia. "I'll telephone to Dunroon. He lives quite near!" Then he remembered his county court case. "You'd better telephone, Quinny! I must catch this train. Take these ... eggs away, Magnolia. We won't say anything more about them. You did your best!" "Yes, sir, I did, but I told 'er I didn't know 'ow...." "All right!" said Roger, passing the dish to her. |