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He nodded and smiled, and then she saw that he became very calm and
thoughtful, as if immersed in his business affairs.
Once more she was quite alone, thinking that she had been a whole week
in the solemn old house, and a few minutes later the housekeeper entered
to clear away the breakfast things.
"Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?" said the woman sadly, when
she had finished her task, Kate noticing the while that there was an
occasional whisper outside the door, as the various articles were handed
out.
"No, I think not, this morning, Sarah," said Kate, with a smile which
proved infectious, for the woman stood staring at her for a few moments
as if in wonder, and then her own countenance relaxed stiffly, as if she
had not smiled in years, till her face looked nearly cheerful.
"You are handsome, ma'am," she said; "I haven't seen you look like that
before since you've been here."
"Why does not Becky come in to help you to clear away?" said Kate, to
change the conversation, and Sarah Plant's face grew stern and withered
again, as she shook her head.
"She's such a sight, ma'am, with that handkercher round her head."
"I should not mind that; I have not fairly seen her since I came."
"No, ma'am, and you won't if she can help it. You mayn't mind, but she
do. She always hides herself when anybody's about. Poor girl, she's
been in trouble almost ever since she was born. There's sure to be
something in this life. Not as I complains of master. It was just the
same with old master, and when he died it made Becky ever so much worse.
You see, ma'am, old master's wife was ill for a long time, and that
made the house dull and quiet; and then she died, and old master was
never the same again. He spent scores o' thousands o' pounds on
furniture, and books, and china, and did everything he could to make the
place nice, but he never held up his head again. And then somehow his
money went wrong, and new master used to come to help him out of his
troubles, but it was no use; old master never had the blinds pulled up
again; and that made Becky and me different to most folk, for it used to
be like being shut up in a cupboard, and we never hardly went out.
Becky ain't been out of the house for years, and years, and years."
"We must make the house more cheerful now, Sarah."
The woman looked at her in astonishment, and then shook her head.
"Well, ma'am, I will say that it has seemed different since you came;
but no--it's beautifully furnished, and I never see a better kitchen in
my life--but make it cheerful? No, ma'am, it ain't to be done."
"We shall see," said Kate, smiling, and the woman's face relaxed once
more as she gazed at the fair, intellectual countenance before her as if
it were some beautiful object which gave her real pleasure; but as
Kate's smile died away her own features looked cloudy, and she shook her
head.
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