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PATRICK'S MEMOIRS 1
Master Oswell's health appeared to have been improving for a while, but recently he is once again not looking so well and spends more and more time in his chambers.
I wonder when was the last time he ate here.
Even when I bring him meals I have prepared with all my heart, all he eats is soup.
I wonder for how long it has been like this.
The castle that had been home to the Spencer Family for generations, likewise an epicentre of European high society, has since fallen into other hands, and now he merely lives like a hermit in one of his many vacation homes.
My family have been stewards to the Spencer Family for several generations, but such a situation would have been unimaginable in my grandfather's or even my father's generation.
The good old days. When were those times?
About fifty years ago now, I am sure.
My father was still alive and well as the head butler, around the time I was constantly running around the ends of the villa as an apprentice steward trying not to attract the household's attention.
Master Oswell had come to the villa with his noble associate, Lord Ashford, and schoolmate Doctor Marcus, for a summer retreat, and at his own father's command, my father and I also accompanied them.
Perhaps since I was the only younger one, the three often used to tease me and took me under their wing.
It was on that summer day that I had my first taste of scotch.
I recall Lord Ashford recommending it to me.
They are all pleasant memories.
Distant times, never to return.
My father, Lord Ashford and Doctor Marcus are of course no longer with us, and alas, Master Oswell will not be with us much longer either.
The Spencer Family will come to an end with Master Oswell, as will my own family's duties.
For now I have no choice but to wait here quietly for that day.
Master Oswell's health appeared to have been improving for a while, but recently he is once again not looking so well and spends more and more time in his chambers.
I wonder when was the last time he ate here.
Even when I bring him meals I have prepared with all my heart, all he eats is soup.
I wonder for how long it has been like this.
The castle that had been home to the Spencer Family for generations, likewise an epicentre of European high society, has since fallen into other hands, and now he merely lives like a hermit in one of his many vacation homes.
My family have been stewards to the Spencer Family for several generations, but such a situation would have been unimaginable in my grandfather's or even my father's generation.
The good old days. When were those times?
About fifty years ago now, I am sure.
My father was still alive and well as the head butler, around the time I was constantly running around the ends of the villa as an apprentice steward trying not to attract the household's attention.
Master Oswell had come to the villa with his noble associate, Lord Ashford, and schoolmate Doctor Marcus, for a summer retreat, and at his own father's command, my father and I also accompanied them.
Perhaps since I was the only younger one, the three often used to tease me and took me under their wing.
It was on that summer day that I had my first taste of scotch.
I recall Lord Ashford recommending it to me.
They are all pleasant memories.
Distant times, never to return.
My father, Lord Ashford and Doctor Marcus are of course no longer with us, and alas, Master Oswell will not be with us much longer either.
The Spencer Family will come to an end with Master Oswell, as will my own family's duties.
For now I have no choice but to wait here quietly for that day.
Official Japanese Transcript
パトリックの手記１
一時期はもち直したかに見えたオズウェル様の体調だったが、ここのところ再び思わしくなく、自室へとこもられている時間が日に日に多くなっている。
ここで食事をとられたのも、いつの日以来だろう。
もっとも、私が心をこめて作った食事をお持ちしても、口をつけられるのはスープ程度なのだが。
一体、いつの日からこうなってしまったのだろうか。
代々スペンサー家が生活の場とし、さらには欧州社交界の中心地のひとつであった館はすでに人手に渡っており、今は多くの別邸のひとつで隠者同然の身で暮しておられる。
数代にわたりスペンサー家の執事としてお仕えする我が一族だが、祖父の代、いや父の代であってもこのような状況は想像できなかったであろう。
昔は良かった。あれはいつの日だっただろうか。
たしか５０年ほど前。
執事長であった父は健在で、私は見習い執事として館の端を家人の目に止まらぬよう駆け回っているころだった。
オズウェル様は貴族仲間であるアシュフォード卿、ご学友であったドクター･マーカスと、この別邸へと避暑へやってこられており、先代の命で、父と私もお三方の世話のために同道していた。
私はただ一人の年下とあってか、お三方によくからかわれ、そして可愛がられたものだ。
初めてスコッチを口にしたのも、あの夏の日だった。
たしかアシュフォード卿が勧めてくれたと記憶している。
すべてが良き思い出だ。
遠き日の、二度と戻らぬ。
父は無論のこと、アシュフォード卿、ドクター･マーカスもすでにこの世にはおらず、悲しいかなオズウェル様もそう長くはないだろう。
オズウェル様の代でスペンサー家は終焉を迎える、そして、我らが一族の務めも。
今はその日を、この地で静かに待つほかない。
一時期はもち直したかに見えたオズウェル様の体調だったが、ここのところ再び思わしくなく、自室へとこもられている時間が日に日に多くなっている。
ここで食事をとられたのも、いつの日以来だろう。
もっとも、私が心をこめて作った食事をお持ちしても、口をつけられるのはスープ程度なのだが。
一体、いつの日からこうなってしまったのだろうか。
代々スペンサー家が生活の場とし、さらには欧州社交界の中心地のひとつであった館はすでに人手に渡っており、今は多くの別邸のひとつで隠者同然の身で暮しておられる。
数代にわたりスペンサー家の執事としてお仕えする我が一族だが、祖父の代、いや父の代であってもこのような状況は想像できなかったであろう。
昔は良かった。あれはいつの日だっただろうか。
たしか５０年ほど前。
執事長であった父は健在で、私は見習い執事として館の端を家人の目に止まらぬよう駆け回っているころだった。
オズウェル様は貴族仲間であるアシュフォード卿、ご学友であったドクター･マーカスと、この別邸へと避暑へやってこられており、先代の命で、父と私もお三方の世話のために同道していた。
私はただ一人の年下とあってか、お三方によくからかわれ、そして可愛がられたものだ。
初めてスコッチを口にしたのも、あの夏の日だった。
たしかアシュフォード卿が勧めてくれたと記憶している。
すべてが良き思い出だ。
遠き日の、二度と戻らぬ。
父は無論のこと、アシュフォード卿、ドクター･マーカスもすでにこの世にはおらず、悲しいかなオズウェル様もそう長くはないだろう。
オズウェル様の代でスペンサー家は終焉を迎える、そして、我らが一族の務めも。
今はその日を、この地で静かに待つほかない。
Official English Transcript
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PATRICK'S MEMOIRS 1
For a time, it appeared as if Master Spencer would recover his former health, but fate was not so kind, and now he confines himself to his study for days on end. It has been ages since I have seen him take his meals in the dining hall. I have endeavored to prepare meals to his liking, and I bring them every day to the study. Unfortunately, he lacks the strength to eat anything but soup and other liquids.
I cannot recall a time in the history of this household when the situation was as dire as now. In generations past, the Spencer Estate was the nexus for only the most well-to-do European socialites. Now only a skeleton staff remains to look after a man who keeps himself in virtual seclusion at on of his many residences.
My family has been in the Spencer household's service since the time of his great grandfather. This rapid state of decline would have been unimaginable even just one generation prior.
I remember fondly the days of my youth; but that seems like a lifetime ago now. It was about 50 years ago, back when my father was the head butler of the household. At that time I was learning his duties in preparation to succeed him, and there was always some chore or errand that would keep me running around the house.
I remember how Lord Ashford, another aristocrat from a storied family, and one of Master Spencer's schoolmates, Doctor Marcus, would find refuge from the summer heat at this villa. My father and I would accompany them and do our utmost to see that they wanted for nothing.
Perhaps because I was the youngest person there, they would take to teasing me as one of them. I remember the time Lord Ashford gave me my first taste of brandy. It was on the second floor of the dining hall, behind the stone statues lining the room. I will never forget the mellifluous scent when he opened the bottle. But those cherished times are only memories now.
Lord Ashford, Doctor Marcus, and of course my father have all already passed on. Only Master Spencer remains, and I'm afraid his days may be few.
When Master Spencer dies, it will mark the end of his illustrious family, as well as my family's service to his. From now, I can only wait for the inevitable.
PATRICK'S MEMOIRS 1
For a time, it appeared as if Master Spencer would recover his former health, but fate was not so kind, and now he confines himself to his study for days on end. It has been ages since I have seen him take his meals in the dining hall. I have endeavored to prepare meals to his liking, and I bring them every day to the study. Unfortunately, he lacks the strength to eat anything but soup and other liquids.
I cannot recall a time in the history of this household when the situation was as dire as now. In generations past, the Spencer Estate was the nexus for only the most well-to-do European socialites. Now only a skeleton staff remains to look after a man who keeps himself in virtual seclusion at on of his many residences.
My family has been in the Spencer household's service since the time of his great grandfather. This rapid state of decline would have been unimaginable even just one generation prior.
I remember fondly the days of my youth; but that seems like a lifetime ago now. It was about 50 years ago, back when my father was the head butler of the household. At that time I was learning his duties in preparation to succeed him, and there was always some chore or errand that would keep me running around the house.
I remember how Lord Ashford, another aristocrat from a storied family, and one of Master Spencer's schoolmates, Doctor Marcus, would find refuge from the summer heat at this villa. My father and I would accompany them and do our utmost to see that they wanted for nothing.
Perhaps because I was the youngest person there, they would take to teasing me as one of them. I remember the time Lord Ashford gave me my first taste of brandy. It was on the second floor of the dining hall, behind the stone statues lining the room. I will never forget the mellifluous scent when he opened the bottle. But those cherished times are only memories now.
Lord Ashford, Doctor Marcus, and of course my father have all already passed on. Only Master Spencer remains, and I'm afraid his days may be few.
When Master Spencer dies, it will mark the end of his illustrious family, as well as my family's service to his. From now, I can only wait for the inevitable.