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Mary
listened
to
her
with
a
grave
,
puzzled
expression
.
The
native
servants
she
had
been
used
to
in
India
were
not
in
the
least
like
this
.
They
were
obsequious
and
servile
and
did
not
presume
to
talk
to
their
masters
as
if
they
were
their
equals
.
They
made
salaams
and
called
them
“
protector
of
the
poor
”
and
names
of
that
sort
.
Indian
servants
were
commanded
to
do
things
,
not
asked
.
It
was
not
the
custom
to
say
“
please
”
and
“
thank
you
”
and
Mary
had
always
slapped
her
Ayah
in
the
face
when
she
was
angry
.
She
wondered
a
little
what
this
girl
would
do
if
one
slapped
her
in
the
face
.
She
was
a
round
,
rosy
,
good
-
natured
looking
creature
,
but
she
had
a
sturdy
way
which
made
Mistress
Mary
wonder
if
she
might
not
even
slap
back
—
if
the
person
who
slapped
her
was
only
a
little
girl
.
“
You
are
a
strange
servant
,
”
she
said
from
her
pillows
,
rather
haughtily
.
Martha
sat
up
on
her
heels
,
with
her
blacking
-
brush
in
her
hand
,
and
laughed
,
without
seeming
the
least
out
of
temper
.
“
Eh
!
I
know
that
,
”
she
said
.
“
If
there
was
a
grand
Missus
at
Misselthwaite
I
should
never
have
been
even
one
of
th
’
under
housemaids
.
I
might
have
been
let
to
be
scullerymaid
but
I
’
d
never
have
been
let
upstairs
.
I
’
m
too
common
an
’
I
talk
too
much
Yorkshire
.
But
this
is
a
funny
house
for
all
it
’
s
so
grand
.
Seems
like
there
’
s
neither
Master
nor
Mistress
except
Mr
.
Pitcher
an
’
Mrs
.
Medlock
.
Mr
.
Craven
,
he
won
’
t
be
troubled
about
anythin
’
when
he
’
s
here
,
an
’
he
’
s
nearly
always
away
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
gave
me
th
’
place
out
o
’
kindness
.
She
told
me
she
could
never
have
done
it
if
Misselthwaite
had
been
like
other
big
houses
.
”
“
Are
you
going
to
be
my
servant
?
”
Mary
asked
,
still
in
her
imperious
little
Indian
way
.
Martha
began
to
rub
her
grate
again
.
“
I
’
m
Mrs
.
Medlock
’
s
servant
,
”
she
said
stoutly
.
“
An
’
she
’
s
Mr
.
Craven
’
s
—
but
I
’
m
to
do
the
housemaid
’
s
work
up
here
an
’
wait
on
you
a
bit
.
But
you
won
’
t
need
much
waitin
’
on
.
”
“
Who
is
going
to
dress
me
?
”
demanded
Mary
.
Martha
sat
up
on
her
heels
again
and
stared
.
She
spoke
in
broad
Yorkshire
in
her
amazement
.
