Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Self-control -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
Laura prefaced her account of the accident by an assurance that the
child was not hurt, and the old woman, taking him in her arms, tried to
sooth him, while John invited Miss Montreville to enter. She followed
him into a room, which, unacquainted as she was with the cleanliness of
the English cottages, appeared to her quite Arcadian. While Margaret was
busy with her little charge, Laura praised the neatness and comfort of
John's abode. 'It is as snug a place as heart can desire, please you,
Ma'am,' answered John, visibly gratified; 'and we have every thing here
as convenient as in the king's palace, or as my master himself has, for
the matter of that.' 'I thought, John, you had lived in Mr De Courcy's
house,' said Laura. 'Yes, please you, Ma'am, and so I did, since I was a
little fellow no higher than my knee, taken in to run messages, till my
young master came of age, and then he built this house for me, that I
might just have it to go to when I pleased, without being turned away
like; for he knew old folks liked to have a home of their own. So now,
of a fine evening, I come home after prayers, and stay all night; and
when it's bad weather, I have the same bed as I have had these forty
years; not a penny worse than my master's own.' 'And if you are employed
all day at Norwood,' said Laura, 'how do you contrive to keep your
garden in such nice order?' 'Oh! for the matter of that, Ma'am, my
master would not grudge me a day's work of the under gardener any time;
no, nor to pay a man to work the little patch for me; but only, as he
says, the sweetest flowers are of one's own planting, so, of a fine day
he often sends me home for an hour or two in the cool, just to put the
little place in order.' 'Mr De Courcy seems attentive to the comfort of
every body that comes near him,' said Laura. 'That he is, Madam; one
would think he had an affection, like, for every mortal creature, and
particularly when they grow old and useless, like me and Margaret. I
know who offered him twenty pounds a-year for this house and the bit of
field; but he said old folks did not like moving, and he would not put
us out of this, even though he could give us one twice as good.' 'And
your rent is lower than twenty pounds, I suppose?' said Laura. 'Why
sure, Ma'am, we never pay a penny for it. My master,' said John, drawing
up his head, and advancing his chest, 'my master has the proper true
spirit of a gentleman, and he had it since ever he was born; for it's
bred in the bone with him, as the saying is. Why, Ma'am, he had it from
a child.--I have seen him, when he was less than that boy there, give
away his dinner when he was as hungry as a hound, just because a beggar
asked it.--Ay, I remember, one day, just two-and-twenty years ago come
July, that he was sitting at the door on my knee, eating his breakfast,
and he had asked it half a dozen times from Mrs Martin, for he was very
hungry; and she did not always attend to him very well. So, up came a
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