thing, you may be sure. So you see that I was
right when I said the household was conducted
on strictly feudal principles. The Cook had a
special jurisdiction of her own, and everybody
was more or less afraid of her.
Whenever Sir Godfrey had come home with new wine, and after the labels had been pasted on the casks, then Popham, with Whelpdale beside him, had these carefully set down in the cellar, which was a vast dim room, the ceilings supported by heavy arches ; the barrels, bins, kegs, hogsheads, tuns, and demijohns of every size and shape standing like forests and piled to the ceiling. And now something was wrong there.
"This 'ere's a hawful succumstence, sir," observed Whelpdale the Buttons to his superior, respectfully.
"It is, indeed, a himbroglio," replied Popham, who had a wide command of words, and knew it.
Neither domestic spoke again for some time. They were seated in the buttery. The Butler crossed his right leg over his left, and waved the
