30 Servants Laughed When the Gardener Courted the Scullery Maid — Not One Knew He Was the Duke
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Priscilla set a second stool at the foot of the servants' hall table, with a sprig of rosemary on it, and thirty servants laughed. It was the last week of February 1818 at Calverleigh Hall, and the stool was for the new under-gardener, the sweetheart, they said, of Mercy Oldfield, twenty-four, scullery maid at six pounds a year. Then Mr. Silas Kemble read out the twelve to be turned off at Lady Day, and Mercy's name was first.
The gardener came in from the rain with earth on his hands, saw the stool and the rosemary, and pulled the stool out for her. When she would not sit, he sat down on it himself so that she would not have to. In the scullery he dried her bowls and stacked them straight as a man taught aboard ship, and gave his name a moment too slowly. Who is this man who takes the laugh meant for her, and what does she know about him that the whole hall does not?
A Regency romance about a scullery maid, an under-gardener and a household that laughed too soon. This is original fiction: every person in it is invented and a grown adult. Subscribe to Marigold & Pearl for more Regency stories.
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30 Servants Laughed When the Gardener Courted the Scullery Maid — Not One Knew He Was the Duke
Marigold & Pearl
11,781 views
Priscilla set a second stool at the foot of the servants' hall table, with a sprig of rosemary on it, and thirty servants laughed. It was the last week of February 1818 at Calverleigh Hall, and the stool was for the new under-gardener, the sweetheart, they said, of Mercy Oldfield, twenty-four, scullery maid at six pounds a year. Then Mr. Silas Kemble read out the twelve to be turned off at Lady Day, and Mercy's name was first.
The gardener came in from the rain with earth on his hands, saw the stool and the rosemary, and pulled the stool out for her. When she would not sit, he sat down on it himself so that she would not have to. In the scullery he dried her bowls and stacked them straight as a man taught aboard ship, and gave his name a moment too slowly. Who is this man who takes the laugh meant for her, and what does she know about him that the whole hall does not?
A Regency romance about a scullery maid, an under-gardener and a household that laughed too soon. This is original fiction: every person in it is invented and a grown adult. Subscribe to Marigold & Pearl for more Regency stories.