The Earl likes the screen also, but he never says anything about it,
chiefly because no one over asks his opinion on any subject. He likes
it because it is his, the Earl of Hetherington's, and he likes looking
at it as he likes looking at the coronet on his plate, on his
carriage-panels, and his horses' harness, at his family history as set
forth by Burke and Debrett, and at the marginal illustrations of his
coat-of-arms as given in those charming volumes, at his genealogical
tree--a mysterious work of art which hangs in the library, looking
something like an enlarged "sampler" worked by a school-girl, and from
the contemplation of which he derives intense delight. It does not
take a great deal to fill Lord Hetherington's soul with rapture. Down
in Norfolk villages, in the neighbourhood of his ancestral home, and
far away in scattered cottages on the side of green Welsh mountains,
where the cross-tree rears its inopportune head in the midst of the
lovely landscape, and where smoke and coal-dust permeate the soft
delicious air, his lordship, as landlord and mine-holder, is spoken of
with bated breath by tenants and workmen, and regarded as one of the
hardest-headed, tightest-fisted men of business by stewards and
agents. They do not see much, scarcely anything, of him, they say, and
they don't need to, if he's to be judged by the letters he writes and
the orders he sends. To screw up the rents and to lengthen the hours
of labour was the purport of these letters, while their style was
modelled on that used by the Saxon Franklin to his hog-hind, curt,
overbearing, and offensive. Agents and stewards, recipients of these
missives, say bitter words about Lord Hetherington in private, and
tenants and workmen curse him secretly as they bow to his decree. To
them he is a haughty, selfish, grinding aristocrat, without a thought
for any one but himself; whereas in reality he is a chuckle-headed
nobleman, with an inordinate idea of his position certainly, but
kindly hearted, a slave to his wife, and with one great desire in
life, a desire to distinguish himself somehow, no matter how.
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