I returned the next morning to Bromley's house, and requested to see
Steiner. I apologised to him for the words I had used on the previous
day, and requested to be permitted to remain in my situation, if Mr.
Bromley would consent to it, until I could turn myself round; and I
hoped, in the mean time, that what had taken place would be overlooked
and forgotten. Steiner received me with a kind of civil arrogance, and
went to confer with his partner. They presently returned together, and
my request, after an admonitory lecture, rather confusedly delivered,
from Bromley, was acceded to; Steiner warning me at the same time to
conduct myself with more humility for the future, under pain of similar
punishment.
I did do so, and for six months nothing could exceed the attention
I paid to business, the zeal I evinced upon every occasion, the
forbearance I exercised under every provocation. And I had need of
forbearance. Bromley had been entirely perverted by his son-in-law;
and the kind old man of former years was changed into a morose and
almost brutal blackguard--to me,--only to me. Mrs. Steiner had likewise
suffered the influence of her husband to undermine, and for the time
to destroy her better feelings; and she treated me upon all occasions,
not merely with marked coldness, but with positive insult. I need
hardly say that Steiner enjoyed almost to satiety the advantage he had
gained over me. Even the very servants of the house took the cue from
their superiors, and looked upon me with contempt and disdain. The
little boy alone, who had received express commands never to speak to
me, sometimes found his way into the shop, and as he clung round my
neck, and bestowed unasked kisses upon my cheek, my hatred of the rest
swelled in my bosom almost to bursting.
The persecution I endured thus long was intense torment to me; the
reader, whoever he may be, will probably think so. He will be mistaken.
It was a source of inconceivable, of exquisite pleasure. It was a
justification to me; it almost made the delay of my vengeance appear
sinful.
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