Chapter 1907 of 1964 · 55 words · ~1 min read

LXXIX.

The squires familiarly formal, and My Lords and Ladies proudly condescending; The very servants puzzling how to hand Their plates--without it might be too much bending From their high places by the sideboard's stand-- Yet, like their masters, fearful of offending; For any deviation from the graces Might cost both man and master too--their _places_.