England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
I was very sorry for my lady. Mr. Smithson was inclined to blame Mr.
Horner for the disorderly state in which he found some of the outlying
farms, and for the deficiencies in the annual payment of rents. Mr.
Smithson had too much good feeling to put this blame into words; but my
lady’s quick instinct led her to reply to a thought, the existence of
which she perceived; and she quietly told the truth, and explained how
she had interfered repeatedly to prevent Mr. Horner from taking certain
desirable steps, which were discordant to her hereditary sense of right
and wrong between landlord and tenant. She also spoke of the want of
ready money as a misfortune that could be remedied, by more economical
personal expenditure on her own part; by which individual saving, it was
possible that a reduction of fifty pounds a year might have been
accomplished. But as soon as Mr. Smithson touched on larger economies,
such as either affected the welfare of others, or the honour and
standing of the great House of Hanbury, she was inflexible. Her
establishment consisted of somewhere about forty servants, of whom
nearly as many as twenty were unable to perform their work properly, and
yet would have been hurt if they had been dismissed; so they had the
credit of fulfilling duties, while my lady paid and kept their
substitutes. Mr. Smithson made a calculation, and would have saved some
hundreds a year by pensioning off these old servants. But my lady would
not hear of it. Then, again, I know privately that he urged her to allow
some of us to return to our homes. Bitterly we should have regretted the
separation from Lady Ludlow; but we would have gone back gladly, had we
known at the time that her circumstances required it: but she would not
listen to the proposal for a moment.
“If I cannot act justly towards every one, I will give up a plan which
has been a source of much satisfaction; at least, I will not carry it
out to such an extent in future. But to these young ladies, who do me
the favour to live with me at present, I stand pledged. I cannot go back
from my word, Mr. Smithson. We had better talk no more of this.”
As she spoke, she entered the room where I lay. She and Mr. Smithson
were coming for some papers contained in the bureau. They did not know I
was there, and Mr. Smithson started a little when he saw me, as he must
have been aware that I had overheard something. But my lady did not
change a muscle of her face. All the world might overhear her kind,
just, pure sayings, and she had no fear of their misconstruction. She
came up to me, and kissed me on the forehead, and then went to search
for the required papers.
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