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In this antechamber a footman generally sat, awaiting orders from my
lady; for she clung to the grand old customs, and despised any bells,
except her own little hand-bell, as modern inventions; she would have
her people always within summons of this silvery bell, or her scarce
less silvery voice. This man had not the sinecure you might imagine.
He had to reply to the private entrance; what we should call the back
door in a smaller house. As none came to the front door but my lady,
and those of the county whom she honoured by visiting, and her
nearest acquaintance of this kind lived eight miles (of bad road)
off, the majority of comers knocked at the nail-studded terrace-door;
not to have it opened (for open it stood, by my lady's orders, winter
and summer, so that the snow often drifted into the back hall, and
lay there in heaps when the weather was severe), but to summon some
one to receive their message, or carry their request to be allowed to
speak to my lady. I remember it was long before Mr. Gray could be
made to understand that the great door was only open on state
occasions, and even to the last he would as soon come in by that as
the terrace entrance. I had been received there on my first setting
foot over my lady's threshold; every stranger was led in by that way
the first time they came; but after that (with the exceptions I have
named) they went round by the terrace, as it were by instinct. It
was an assistance to this instinct to be aware that from time
immemorial, the magnificent and fierce Hanbury wolf-hounds, which
were extinct in every other part of the island, had been and still
were kept chained in the front quadrangle, where they bayed through a
great part of the day and night and were always ready with their
deep, savage growl at the sight of every person and thing, excepting
the man who fed them, my lady's carriage and four, and my lady
herself. It was pretty to see her small figure go up to the great,
crouching brutes thumping the flags with their heavy, wagging tails,
and slobbering in an ecstacy of delight, at her light approach and
soft caress. She had no fear of them; but she was a Hanbury born,
and the tale went, that they and their kind knew all Hanburys
instantly, and acknowledged their supremacy, ever since the ancestors
of the breed had been brought from the East by the great Sir Urian
Hanbury, who lay with his legs crossed on the altar-tomb in the
church. Moreover, it was reported that, not fifty years before, one
of these dogs had eaten up a child, which had inadvertently strayed
within reach of its chain. So you may imagine how most people
preferred the terrace-door. Mr. Gray did not seem to care for the
dogs. It might be absence of mind, for I have heard of his starting
away from their sudden spring when he had unwittingly walked within
reach of their chains: but it could hardly have been absence of
mind, when one day he went right up to one of them, and patted him in
the most friendly manner, the dog meanwhile looking pleased, and
affably wagging his tail, just as if Mr. Gray had been a Hanbury. We
were all very much puzzled by this, and to this day I have not been
able to account for it.
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