Directly after our departure for Devonshire, Mr. Vaughan had thought fit
to discharge all the old servants, except the housekeeper and Matilda.
They were all in league against him, for they could not bear that the
"rightful owners," whom they had known so long, should be ejected.
Moreover, his discipline was far more stern than ours; for my father and
mother had always ruled by love. The housekeeper, a great friend of
mine, was retained from respect and policy, and poor Tilly (who entered
life through a dust-bin) from contempt of her insignificance. By that
time she had risen to the rank of scullery-maid and deputy dishwasher;
now she had climbed in the social scale to the position of
under-housemaid.
"Why, Matilda, how well you look, and how smart! I declare you are
getting quite tall. I suppose the new times agree with you better than
the old."
"Oh don’t say that, Miss Clara, please don’t! I’d tear the gownd off my
back"--looking savagely at the neat print--"if I thought it make you
think that. No, I gets a little more wages, but a deal more work, and I
never gets a kind word. Oh it does my heart good to see you here again,
in your own house, Miss Clara dear, and evil to them as drove you
out"--and she lifted the corner of her new white muslin apron;--"and I
have tended your rooms all myself, though it wasn’t in my part, and
never let no one else touch them, ever since I was took from the
kitchen, and always a jug full of flowers, Miss, because you was so fond
of them."
"Thank you, Matilda. How kind of you, to be sure!"
"Many’s the time I’ve cried over them, Miss, and the new shilling you
give me, when we was little girls together. But please to call me
’Tilly,’ Miss, the same as you always used."
"I can’t stop to talk to you now, Tilly; how is Mrs. Fletcher?"
"Quite hearty, Miss, all but the rheumatics. Ah, she do suffer terrible
from them. Us both waited up, Miss, and I to and fro the door, till the
carriage come home; and then she went off to bed, and I was up with her,
and never knowed when you come. But she’s getting up now, Miss, to come
here to see you."
"Go and stop her, at once. I will see her to-morrow. Stop, show me
first your master’s room; knock gently and bring out the nurse. The
doctor is gone I believe."
"Yes, Miss, he left here at eight o’clock, for he had a long way to
drive, and he couldn’t do nothing more. But you must not go, Miss, oh
pray, Miss, don’t go there!"
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