[...] she was thinking of her firsthusband, who was a heel to end all heels and a constantpain in the neck to her till one night he mostfortunatelywalked into the RiverThames while under the influence of the sauce and didn'tcome upfor days.
‘I’ll have none of your sauce, young Jessamy. Just because you’ve been tookup by the family you’ve no call to giveyourselfairs. You’re only the housekeeper’s niece, and cook-housekeeperat that, and don’t you forgrt it. You knowfull well I’m parlourmaid, Matchett to the gentry, Miss Matchett to you – you little —!’ Jessamy broke inanxiously. ‘But I didn’t mean it for sauce, really I didn’t:’