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It was in a very unlucky moment--was there ever a lucky one?--when these
heavy demands presented themselves. Colonel Bramleigh had latterly
taken to what he thought, or at least meant to be, retrenchment. He was
determined, as he said himself, to “take the bull by the horns;” but
the men who perform this feat usually select a very small bull. He had
nibbled, as it were, at the hem of the budget; he had cut down “the
boys'” allowances. “What could Temple want with five hundred a year? Her
Majesty gave him four, and her Majesty certainly never intended to
take his services without fitting remuneration. As to Jack having three
hundred, it was downright absurdity: it was extravagances like these
destroyed the navy; besides, Jack had got his promotion, and his pay
ought to be something handsome.” With regard to Augustus, he only went
so far as certain remonstrances about horse keep and some hints about
the iniquities of a German valet who, it was rumored, had actually
bought a house in Duke Street, St. James's, out of his peculations in
the family.
The girls were not extravagantly provided for, but for example's sake he
reduced their allowance by one-third.
Ireland was not a country for embroidered silks or Genoa velvet. It
would be an admirable lesson to others if they were to see the young
ladies of the great house dressed simply and unpretentiously. “These
things could only be done by people of station. Such examples must
proceed from those whose motives could not be questioned.” He dismissed
the head gardener, and he was actually contemplating the discharge
of the French cook, though he well foresaw the storm of opposition so
strong a measure was sure to evoke. When he came to sum up his reforms
he was shocked to find that the total only reached a little over twelve
hundred pounds, and this in a household of many thousands.
Was not Castello, too, a mistake? Was not all this princely style
of living, in a county without a neighborhood, totally unvisited by
strangers, a capital blunder? He had often heard of the cheapness of
life in Ireland; and what a myth it was! He might have lived in Norfolk
for what he was spending in Downshire, and though he meant to do great
things for the country, a doubt was beginning to steal over him as to
how they were to be done. He had often insisted that absenteeism was the
bane of Ireland, and yet for the life of him he could not see how his
residence there was to prove a blessing.
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