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

“仆人，师傅，仆人，”费瑟·塔夫脱用高音，意识他在陪伴。

" 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.

“我以为他晚年轻男仆战争病倒了， ” 在仆人大厅吃晚饭时， 新郎老约翰酸溜溜地。