After that it was all over with me, of course. I got the new coat as

cheap as I could, and I went through all the rest of it as cheap as I

could. We were not a happy couple, and not a miserable couple. We were

six of one and half-a-dozen of the other. How it was I don't understand,

but we always seemed to be getting, with the best of motives, in one

another's way. When I wanted to go up-stairs, there was my wife coming

down; or when my wife wanted to go down, there was I coming up. That is

married life, according to my experience of it.

After five years of misunderstandings on the stairs, it pleased an

all-wise Providence to relieve us of each other by taking my wife. I

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was left with my little girl Penelope, and with no other child. Shortly

afterwards Sir John died, and my lady was left with her little girl,

Miss Rachel, and no other child. I have written to very poor purpose

of my lady, if you require to be told that my little Penelope was taken

care of, under my good mistress's own eye, and was sent to school and

taught, and made a sharp girl, and promoted, when old enough, to be Miss

Rachel's own maid.

As for me, I went on with my business as bailiff year after year up to

Christmas 1847, when there came a change in my life. On that day, my

lady invited herself to a cup of tea alone with me in my cottage. She

remarked that, reckoning from the year when I started as page-boy in the

time of the old lord, I had been more than fifty years in her service,

and she put into my hands a beautiful waistcoat of wool that she had

worked herself, to keep me warm in the bitter winter weather.

I received this magnificent present quite at a loss to find words to

thank my mistress with for the honour she had done me. To my great

astonishment, it turned out, however, that the waistcoat was not an

honour, but a bribe. My lady had discovered that I was getting old

before I had discovered it myself, and she had come to my cottage to

wheedle me (if I may use such an expression) into giving up my hard

out-of-door work as bailiff, and taking my ease for the rest of my

days as steward in the house. I made as good a fight of it against the

indignity of taking my ease as I could. But my mistress knew the weak

side of me; she put it as a favour to herself. The dispute between us

ended, after that, in my wiping my eyes, like an old fool, with my new

woollen waistcoat, and saying I would think about it.




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