“No, my Lady, I scarcely dozed the whole night; this place is a very
poor one. The rain comes in there,--where you see that green mark,--and
the wind whistles through these broken panes,-and rats, bother them!
they never ceased the night through. A poor, poor spot it is, sure
enough!”
It never chanced to cross his mind, while bewailing these signs of
indigence and discomfort, that she, to whom he addressed the
complaint, had been reduced to as bad, even worse, hardships by his own
contrivance. Perhaps, indeed, the memory of such had not occurred at
that moment to Lady Eleanor, had not the persistence with which he dwelt
on the theme somewhat ruffled her patience, and eventually reminded her
of her own changed lot. It was then with a slightly irritated tone she
remarked,--
“Such accommodation is a very unpleasant contrast to the comforts you
are accustomed to, sir; and these sudden lessons in adversity are, now
and then, very trying things.”
“What does it signify?” sighed the old man, heavily; “a day sooner, a
few hours less of sunshine, and the world can make little difference to
one like me! Happy for me, if, in confronting them, I have done anything
towards my great purpose, the only object between me and the grave!”
Lady Eleanor never broke the silence which followed these words;
and though the old man looked as if he expected some observation or
rejoinder, she said not a word. At length he resumed, with a faint
moan,--“Ah, my Lady, you have much to forgive us for.”
“I trust, sir, that our humble fortunes have not taught us to forget the
duties of Christianity,” was the calm reply.
“Much, indeed, to pardon,” continued he, “but far less, my Lady, than is
laid to our charge. Lawyers and attorneys make many a thing a cause of
bitterness that a few words of kindness would have settled. And what two
men of honest intentions could arrange amicably iu five minutes is often
worked up into a tedious lawsuit, or a ruinous inquiry in Chancery. So
it is!”
“I have no experience in these affairs, sir, but I conclude your remarks
are quite correct.”
“Faith you may believe them, my Lady, like the Bible; and yet, knowing
these fellows so well, having dealings with them since--since--oh, God
knows how long--upon my life, they beat me entirely after all. 'T is
like taking a walk with a quarrelsome dog; devil a cur he sees but he
sets on him, and gets you into a scrape at every step you go! That 's
what an attorney does for you. Take out a writ against that fellow,
process this one, distrain the other, get an injunction here, apply
for a rule there. Oh dear! oh dear! I 'm weary of it for law! All
the bitterness it has given me in my life long, all the sorrow and
affliction it costs me now.” He wiped his eyes as he concluded, and
seemed as if overcome by grief.
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