" Your sarvant, mesters, your sarvant, " said Feyther Taft in a treble tone, perceiving that he was in company.

“您的仆人，师傅们，您的仆人，”费瑟·塔夫脱用高音说，意识他陪伴。

" I thought they said th' young mester war took ill last night, " said sour old John, the groom, at dinner-time in the servants' hall.

“我以为他们说昨晚年轻的男仆战争病， ” 仆人大厅吃晚饭时， 新郎老约翰酸溜溜地说。