https://Voice.club - When first I saw John Stagg, dapper in his tweed jacket with the small tear, I thought, I could do something with that, and I wasn’t thinking about mending, you understand, me just a lass full of romantic notions.
He won over Cook and Mrs. Harris, then switched from devilish charm to manly seriousness so Mr. Drake would hire him to manage the stable lads. And all along I fancied his eyes lingered on me.
Then I found Cook muttering how John Stagg was a treasure. I saw him whispering to a maid, and next she fair floated out from the stables. Mrs. Harris didn’t say a word, but she knew and – dare I say it – perhaps benefitted from his favours herself. And still, he would catch my eye and smile that smile, and my heart broke. I could never settle with a philanderer like John Stagg.
I was delivering eggs when her Ladyship arrived, but when I returned the lads were huddled around our John.
“Her Ladyship,” he said, “looked at me as she passed.” The lads nodded. “And then,” John dropped his voice, “Mrs. Harris called me. Next thing I’m to present myself in her Ladyship’s chambers.”
The babble was broken by one young voice.
“What happened, Mr. John?”
“Now, young George,” he replied, “a gentleman never tells.”
I was devastated. I loved this man, but I couldn’t bear his philandering so I was weeping quietly outside when who should pass but John Stagg.
“Polly,” he cried, “whatever has you in such a state?”
“You!” I said. “Tis you, John Stagg, and your womanizing.”
“What?” Then his eyes sparkled. “Polly-girl,” he whispered, “surely you know tis you I love? And it pleasures my heart you feel the same.” He knelt before me and removed my shoe.
“Dear girl, no other woman will ever have more of me than this, my famed foot rub.”
As he rubbed my aching toes, my whole being filled with a wonderful bliss and I heard myself say, “John Stagg, you are indeed a treasure.”
Oh Greene - I never ever thought of that 