Lucia Rising: "Queen", "Miss Mapp Including the Male Impersonator", "Lucia in London": Queen, Miss Mapp Including the Male Impersonator, Lucia in London
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This title contains three of Benson's Lucia stories. "Queen Lucia" was published in 1920, "Miss Mapp" in 1922 and "Lucia in London" in 1927. They are much-loved novels of provincial snobbery and became a successful television series.
just looked through a wine-list for a moment, and the Indian with quantities more bows came up to the counter, and said: “If you will have the great goodness to give me a little brandy-bottle.” So Rush gave it him and instead of paying for it, what do you think he said? Guess!’ Mrs Lucas rose with the air of Lady Macbeth, and pointed her finger at Georgie. ‘He said, “Put it down to Mrs Quantock's account,”’ she hissed. Of course the explanation came now, and Lucia told the two men the contents
window. ‘Beloved lady!’ he said. ‘Guru, dear, I want to introduce a friend of mine to you,’ she said. ‘This is Mr Pillson, and when you know him a little better you will call him Georgie.’ ‘Beloved lady, I know him very well indeed. I see into his clear, white soul. Peace be unto you, my friend.’ ‘Isn't he marvellous! Fancy!’ said Mrs Quantock, in an aside. Georgie raised his hat very politely. ‘How do you do?’ he said. (After his quiet practice he would have said, ‘How do you do, Guru?’
in the way he has. Well, my Guru got up, and just said, “Show me the way to kitchen” – he leaves out little words sometimes, because they don't matter – and I took him down, and he said “Peace!” He told me to leave him there, and in ten minutes he was up again with a little plate of curry and rice and what had been underdone mutton, and you never ate anything so good. Robert had most of it, gobbling it up, and I had the rest, and my Guru was so pleased at seeing Robert pleased. He said Robert had
he opened his hymn-book. A piece of loose holly fell down from the window-ledge above him on the exact middle of his head, and the jump that he gave was, considering his baldness, quite justifiable. Captain Puffin, Miss Mapp was sorry to see, was not there at all. But he had been unwell lately with attacks of dizziness, one of which had caused him, in the last game of golf that he had played, to fall down on the eleventh green and groan. If these attacks were not due to his lack of perseverance,
saying much,’ he observed. ‘I can't say any more,’ said Georgie, rather nettled. ‘And there's the leather-jacket grub I see has begun on yours. I daresay there won't be a blade of grass left presently.’ Robert changed the conversation: there were bare patches. ‘The Museum insurance,’ he said. ‘I got the fire-police this morning! The contents are the property of the four trustees, me and you and Daisy and Mrs Boucher. The building is Colonel Boucher's, and that's insured separately! If you had a