August 18, 2025 • 26 mins
In this captivating novella by the renowned Elizabeth Gaskell, we delve into the life and memories of the aristocratic Lady Ludlow, as narrated by her young charge, Margaret Dawson. Lady Ludlow embodies the resistance of the old English gentry to embrace social reform and technological advancements, including education for the less fortunate and a more lenient approach to religion. Through her reflections on friends from the tumultuous times of the French Revolution, she seeks to protect and mentor the many young ladies under her care. [Summary by Rosie]
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Chapter nine of My Lady Ludlow by Elizabeth Gaskell. This
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LibriVox dot org. Recording by Jennie Bradshaw. My Lady Ludlow
by Elizabeth Gaskell, Chapter nine. After a pause, I ventured
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to ask what became of Madame de Crequy, Clement's mother.
She never made any inquiry about him, said my lady.
She must have known that he was dead, though how
we never could tell. Medlicott remembered afterwards that it was about,
if not on. Medlicott to this day declares that it
was on the very Monday, June the nineteenth, when her
son was executed, that Madame de Criquiy left off her
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rouge and took to her bed as one bereaved and hopeless.
It certainly was about that time, and Medlicott, who was
deeply impressed by the dream of Madame de Crequy's, the
relation of which I told you had had such an
effect on my lord, in which she had seen the
figure of Eugenie as the only light object amid much
surrounding darkness as of night, smiling and beckoning clement on
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on till at length the bright phantom stopped motionless, and
Madame de Crequy's eyes began to penetrate the murky darkness
and to see closing around her, the gloomy, dripping walls
which she had once seen and never forgotten, the walls
of the vault of the chapel of the du Crequys
in Saint Germain l' sui, and there the two last
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of the Creakys laid them down among their forefathers. And
Madame de Creqiy had wakened to the sound of the
great door, which led to the open air being locked
upon her. I say Medlicotte, who was predisposed by this
dream to look out for the supernatural, always declared that
Madame de Creky was made conscious in some mysterious way
of her son's death on the very day and hour
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when it occurred, and that after that she had no
more anxiety, was only conscious of a kind of stupefying despair.
And what became of her? My lady, I again asked,
what could become of her? Replied Lady Ludlow. She never
could be induced to rise again. Though she lived more
than a year after her son's departure, she kept her bed,
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her room darkened, her face turned towards the wall whenever
anyone besides Medlicott was in the room. She hardly ever spoke,
and would have died of starvation but for Medlicott's tender
care in putting a morsel to her lips every now
and then, feeding her, in fact, just as an old
bird feeds her young ones. In the height of summer,
my Lord and I left London. We would fain have
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taken her with us into Scotland, but the doctor we had,
the old doctor from Leicester Square, forbade her removal, and
this time he gave such good reasons against it that
I acquiesced. Medlicott and a maid were left with her.
Every care was taken of her. She survived till our return. Indeed,
I thought she was in much the same state as
I had left her in when I came back to London.
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But Medlicott spoke of her as much weaker, and one morning,
on awakening they told me she was dead. I sent
for Medae the Cot, who was in sad distress. She
had become so fond of her charge she said that
about two o'clock she had been awakened by unusual restlessness
on Madame du Craky's part, that she had gone to
her bedside and found the poor lady feebly but perpetually
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moving her waisted arm up and down, and saying to
herself in a wailing voice, I did not bless him
when he left me. I did not bless him when
he left me. Medlicott gave her a spoonful or two
of jelly and sat by her, striking her hand and
soothing her till she seemed to fall asleep. But in
the morning she was dead. It is a sad story,
your ladyship, said I after a while, Yes, it is.
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People seldom arrive at my age without having watched the beginning, middle,
and end of many lives and many fortunes. We do
not talk about them, perhaps, for they are often so
sacred to us, from having touched into the very quick
of our own hearts, as it were, or into those
of others who were dead and gone and veiled over
from human sight, that we cannot tell the tale as
if it was a mere story. But young people should
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remember that we have had this solemn experience of life
on which to base our opinions and form our judgments,
so that they are not mere untried theories. I am
not alluding to mister Horner just now, for he is
nearly as old as I am, within ten years, I
dare say, But I am thinking of mister Gray, with
his endless plans for some new thing, schools, education, sabbaths
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and what not. Now he has not seen what all
this leads to. It is a pity he has not
heard your ladyship tell the story of poor Monsieur de Crequys.
Not at all a pity, my dear. A young man
like him, who both by position and age must have
had his experience confined to a very narrow circle, ought
not to set up his opinion against mine. He ought
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not to require reasons from me, nor to need such
explanation of my arguments. If I condescend to argue as
going into relation of the circumstances on which my arguments
are based in my own mind, would be But, my lady,
it might convince him, I said, with perhaps injudicious perseverance.
And why should he be convinced, she asked, with gentle
inquiry in her tone. He has only to acquiesce, though
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he is appointed by mister Croxton. I am the lady
of the manor, as he must know. But it is
with mister Horner that I must have to do about
this unfortunate lad Gregson. I am afraid there will be
no method of making him forget his unlucky knowledge. His
poor brains will be intoxicated with the sense of his powers,
without any counterbalancing principles to guide him. Poor fellow, I
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am quite afraid it will end in his being hanged.
The next day mister Horner came to apologize and explain.
He was, evidently, as I could tell from his voice
as he spoke to my lady in the next room,
extremely annoyed at her ladyship's discovery of the education he
had been giving to this boy. My lady spoke with
great authority and with reasonable grounds of complaint. Mister Horner
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was well acquainted with her thoughts on the subject, and
had acted in defiance of her wishes. He acknowledged as much,
and should on no account have done it in any
other instance without her leave, which I could never have granted. You, said,
my lady, but this boy had extraordinary capabilities, would in
fact have taught himself much that was bad if he
had not been rescued and another direction given to his powers.
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And in all mister Horner had done, he had had
her Ladyship's service in view. The business was getting almost
beyond his power. So many letters and so much account
keeping was required by the complicated state in which things were.
Lady Ludlow felt what was coming a reference to the
mortgage for the benefit of my Lord's Scottish estates, which
she was perfectly aware mister Horner considered as having been
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a most unwise proceeding, and she hastened to observe all
this may be very true, mister Horner, and I am
sure I should be the last person to wish you
to overwork or distress yourself, but of that we will
talk another time. What I am now anxious to remedy is,
if possible the state of this poor little Gregson's mind,
would not hard work in the fields be a wholesome
and excellent way of enabling him to forget. I was
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in hopes, my Lady, that you would have permitted me
to bring him up to act as a kind of clerk,
said mister Horner, jerking out his project abruptly, Ah, what,
asked my lady in infinite surprise, A kind of of
assistant in the way of copying letters and doing up accounts.
He is already an excellent penman, and very quick at figures,
mister Horner, said my lady, with dignity. The son of
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a poacher and a vagabond ought never to have been
able to copy letters relating to the Hanbury estates, and
at any rate he shall not. I wonder how it
is that, knowing the use he has made of his
power of reading a letter, you should venture to propose
such an employment for him, as would require his being
in your confidence, and you the trusted agent of this family.
Why every secret and every ancient and honorable family has
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its secrets, as you know, mister Horner, would be lan
off by heart and repeated to the first comer. I
should have hoped to have trained him, my lady, to
understand the rules of discretion. Trained train a barn door
fowl to be a pheasant, mister Horner, that would be
the easier task. But you did right to speak of
discretion rather than honor. Discretion looks to the consequences of actions.
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Honor looks to the action itself, and as an instinct
rather than a virtue. After all, it is possible you
might have trained him to be discreet. Mister Horner was silent.
My lady was softened by his not replying, and began,
as she always did in such cases, to fear lest
she had been too harsh. I could tell that by
her voice and by her next speech, as well as
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if I had seen her face. But I am sorry
you are feeling the pressure of the affairs. I am
quite aware that I have entailed much additional trouble upon
you by some of my measures. I must try and
provide you with some suitable assistance copying letters and doing
up accounts. I think you said. Mister Horner had certainly
had a distant idea of turning the little boy in
process of time into a clerk. But he had rather
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urged this possibility of future usefulness beyond what he had
at first intended in speaking of it to my lady,
as a palliation of his offense. And he certainly was
very much inclined to retract his statement that the letter
writing or any other business had increased, or that he
was in the slightest want of help of any kind
when my lady, after a pause of consideration, suddenly said,
I have it, Miss Galindo. Will I am sure be
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glad to assist you. I will speak to her myself
the payment we should make to a clerk would be
of real service to her. I could hardly help echoing
mister Horner's tone of surprise as he said, Miss Glindo,
for you must be told who Miss Galindo was, at
least told as much as I know. Miss Galindo had
lived in the village for many years, keeping house on
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the smallest possible means, yet always managing to maintain a servant.
And this servant was invariably chosen because she had some
infirmity that made her undesirable to every one else. I
believe Miss Galindo had had lame and blind and hump
backed maids. She had even at one time taken in
a girl hopelessly gone in consumption, because if not, she
would have had to go to the workhouse and not
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have had enough to eat. Of course, the poor creature
could not perform a single duty usually required of a servant,
and Miss Galindo herself was both servant and nurse. Her
present maid was scarcely four feet high, and bore a
terrible character for ill temper. Nobody but Miss Glindo would
have kept her. But as it was, mistress and servants
squabbled perpetually and were at heart the best of friends.
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For it was one of Miss Glindo's peculiarities to do
all manner of kind and self denying actions, and to
say all manner of provoking things. Lame, blind, deformed, and
dwarf all came in for scoldings without number. Was only
the consumptive girl that never had heard a sharp word.
I don't think any of her servants liked her the
worse for her peppery temper and passionate odd ways, for
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they knew her real and beautiful kindness of heart. And besides,
she had so great a turn for humor that very
often her speeches amused as much or more than they irritated.
And on the other side, a piece of witty impudence
from her servant would occasionally tickle her so much and
so suddenly, that she would burst out laughing in the
middle of her passion. But the talk about Miss Glindo's
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choice and management of her servants was confined to village gossip,
and had never reached my lady Ludlow's ears, though doubtless
mister Horner was well acquainted with it. What my lady
knew of her amounted to this. It was the custom
in those days for the wealthy ladies of the county
to set on foot a repository, as it was called
in the Assize town. The ostensible manager of this repository
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was generally a decayed gentlewoman, a clergyman's widow, or so forth.
She was, however, controlled by a committee of ladies, and
paid by them in proportion to the amount of goods
she sold. And these goods were the small manufactures of
ladies of little or no fortune, whose names, if they
chose it, were only signified by initials. Poor water color drawings,
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indigo and indian ink screens, ornamented with moss and dried leaves,
paintings on velvet, and such faintly ornamental works were displayed
on one side of the shop. It was always reckoned
a mark of characteristic gentility in the repository to have
only common, heavy framed sash windows which admitted very little light.
So I never was quite certain of the merit of
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these works of art, as they were entitle. But on
the other side, where the useful work placard was put up,
there was a great variety of articles of whose unusual
excellence everyone might judge, such fine sewing and stitching and buttonholing,
such bundles of soft, delicate knitted stockings and socks, and
above all, in Lady Ludlow's eyes, such hanks of the
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finest spun flaxen thread, And the most delicate, dainty work
of all was done by Miss Gilindo, as Lady Ludlow
very well knew. Yet for all their fine sewing, it
sometimes happened that Miss Galindo's patterns were of an old
fashioned kind, and a dozen nightcaps, maybe on the materials
for which she had expended bona fider money, and on
the making up no little time in eyesight, would lie
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for months in a yellow, neglected heap. And at such
times it was said Miss Galindo was more amusing than usual,
more full of dry drollery and humor, just as at
the times when an order came into X the initial
she had chosen for a stock of well paying things,
she sat and stormed at her servant as she stitched away.
She herself explained her practice in this way, when everything
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goes wrong, one would give up breathing if one could
not lighten one's heart by a joke. But when I've
to sit still from morning till night, I must have
something to stir my blood, or I should go off
into an apoplexy. So I set to and quarrel with Sutly.
Such were Miss Glindo's means and manner of living in
her own house, out of doors and in the village.
She was not popular, although she would have been sorely
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missed had she left the place. But she asked too
many home questions, not to say impertinent respecting the domestic economies,
for even the very poor liked to spend their bit
of money their own way, and would open cupboards to
find out hidden extravagances and question closely respecting the weekly
amount of butter. Till one day she met with what
would have been a rebuff to any other person, but
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which she rather enjoyed than otherwise. She was going into
a cottage and in the doorway met the good woman
chasing out a duck, and apparently unconscious of her visitor,
get out Miss Glindo. She cried addressing the duck. Get out, Oh,
I ask your pardon. She can tear as if seeing
the lady for the first time. It's only that weary
duck will come in. Get out, Miss gelt to the duck.
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And so you call it after me? Do you inquired
her visitor? Oh? Yes, ma'am. My master would have it so,
for he said, sure enough, the unlucky bird was always
poking herself where she was not wanted. Ha, very good,
And say your master is a wit, is he? Well?
Tell him to come up and speak to me to
night about my parlor chimney, for there is no one
like him for chimney doctoring. And the Master went up
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and was so won over by Miss Glindo's merry ways
and sharp insight into the mysteries of his various kinds
of business. He was a mason, chimney sweeper and ratcatcher,
that he came home and abused his wife the next
time she called the duck, the name by which he
himself had christened her. But odd as Miss Galindo was
in general, she could be as well bred a lady
as anyone. When she chose, and choose she always did.
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When my lady Ludlow was by indeed, I don't know
the man, woman or child that did not instinctively turn
out its best side to her ladyship. So she had
no notion of the qual which I am sure made
mister Horner think that Miss Glindo would be most unmanageable
as a clerk, and heartily wish that the idea had
never come into my lady's head. But there it was,
and he had annoyed her ladyship already more than he
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liked to day, so he could not directly contradict her,
but only urged difficulties which he hoped might prove insuperable.
But every one of them Lady Ludlow knocked down letters
to copy. Doubtless Miss Glindo could come up to the hall.
She should have a room to herself. She wrote a
beautiful hand, and writing would save her eyesight capability with
regard to accounts. My lady would answer for that too,
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and for more than mister Horner seemed to think it
necessary to inquire about. Miss Galindo was, by birth and
breeding a lady of the strictest honor, and would, if possible,
forget the substance of any letters that passed through her
hands at any rate, no one would ever hear of
them again from her remuneration. Oh As for that, Lady
Ludlow would herself take care that it was managed in
the most delicate manner possible. She would send to invite
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Miss Galindo to tea at the hall that very afternoon.
If mister Horner would I only give her ladyship the
slightest idea of the average length of time that my
lady was to request Miss Galindo to sacrifice to her
daily three hours, very well, mister Horner looked very grave
as he passed the windows of the room where I lay.
I don't think he liked the idea of Miss Glindo
as a clerk. Lady Ludlow's invitations were like royal commands. Indeed,
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the village was too quiet to allow the inhabitants to
have many evening engagements of any kind. Now and then
mister and Missus Horner gave a tea and supper to
the principal tenants and their wives, to which the clergyman
was invited, and Miss Galindo, Missus Medlicott, and one or
two other spinsters and widows. The glory of the supper
table on these occasions was invariably furnished by her ladyship.
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It was a cold roasted peacock with his tail stuck
out as if in life. Missus Medlicott would take up
the whole morning arranging the feathers in the proper semicircle,
and was always pleased with the wonder and admiration it excited.
It was considered a due reward and fitting compliment to
her exertions that mister Horner always took her into supper
and placed opposite to the magnificent dish, at which she
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sweetly smiled all the time they were at table. But
since Missus Horner had had the paralytic stroke, these parties
had been given up, and Miss Glinda wrote a note
to Lady Ludlow in reply to her invitation, saying that
she was entirely disengaged and would have great pleasure in
doing herself the honor of waiting upon her ladyship. Whoever
visited my Lady took their meals with her sitting on
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the dais in the presence of all my former companions.
So I did not see Miss Glindo until some time
after tea. As the young gentleman had had to bring
her their sewing and spinning to hear the remarks of
so competent a judge. At length, her Ladyship brought her
visitor into the room where I lay. It was one
of my bad days, I remember, in order to have
her little bit of private conversation. Miss Glinda was dressed
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in her best gown. I am sure, but I had
never seen anything like it except in a picture. It
was so old fashioned. She wore a white muslin apron,
delicately embroidered, and put on a little crookedly in order,
as she told us even Lady Ludlow before the evening
was over, to conceal a spot, whence the color had
been discharged by a lemon stain. This crooke goodness had
an odd effect, especially when I saw that it was intentional. Indeed,
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she was so anxious about her apron's right adjustment in
the wrong place that she told us straight out why
she wore it so, and asked her ladyship if the
spot was properly hidden, at the same time lifting up
her apron and showing her how large it was. When
my father was alive, I always took his right arm
so and used to remove any spotted or discolored breadth
to the left side if it was a walking dress.
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That's the convenience of a gentleman. But widows and spinsters
must do what they can. Ah my dear to me,
when you are reckoning up the blessings in your lot,
though you may think it a hard one in some respects,
don't forget how little your stockings want darning, as you
are obliged to lie down so much. I would rather
knit two pairs of stockings than darn one any day.
Have you been doing any of your beautiful knitting lately?
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Asked my lady, who had now arranged Miss Gilindo in
the pleasantest chair and taken her own little wicker work one,
and having her work in her hands, was ready to
try open the subject. No, in a last, your ladyship,
it is partly the hot weather's fault, but people seem
to forget that winter must come, and partly I suppose
that everyone is stopped. Who has the money to pay
four and sixpence a pair for stockings? Then may I
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ask if you have any time in your active days
at liberty, said my lady, drawing a little nearer to
her proposal, which I fancy she found it a little
awkward to make. Why the village keeps me busy, your ladyship,
when I have neither knitting or sewing to do. You know,
I took X for my letter at the repository because
it stands for Xantippi, who is a great scold in
old times, as I've learnt. But I'm sure I don't
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know how the world would get on without scolding your ladyship.
It would go to sleep and the sun would stand still.
I don't think I could bear to scold Miss Galindo,
said her ladyship, smiling no, because your ladyship has people
to do it for you, begging your pardon, my lady,
it seems to me the generality of people may be
divided into saints, scolds, and sinners. Now, your ladyship is
a saint because you have a sweet and holy nature
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in the first place, and have people to do your
anger and vexat for you in the second place. And
Jonathan Walkey is a sinner because he is sent to prison.
But here am I half way, having but a poor
kind of disposition at best, and yet hating sin and
all that leads to it. Such as wasting and extravagance
and gossiping. And yet all this lies right under my
nose in the village, and I am not saint enough
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to be vexed at it, and so I scold. And
though I had rather be a saint, yet I think
I do good in my way, No doubt you do,
dear Miss Galindo, said Lady Ludlow. But I am sorry
to hear that there is so much that is bad
going on in the village. Very sorry, oh your ladyship.
Then I am sorry I brought it out. It was
only by way of saying that, when I have no
particular work to do at home, I take a turn
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abroad and set my neighbors to rights, just by way
of steering clear of Satan, for Satan finds some mischief
still for idle hands to do, you know, my lady.
There was no leading into the subject by delicate degrees,
for Miss Galindo was evidently so fond of talking that
if asked a question, she made her answer so long
that before she came to an end of it, she
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had wandered far away from the original starting point. So
Lady Ludlow plunged at once into what she had to say,
Miss Glindo, I have a great favor to ask of you,
my lady. I wish I could tell you what a
pleasure it is to hear you say so, replied Miss Glindo,
almost with tears in her eyes. So glad were we
all to do anything for her ladyship which could be
called a free service and not merely a duty. It
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is this Mister Horner tells me that the business letters
relating to the estate are multiplying so much that he
finds it impossible to copy them all himself. And I
therefore require the services of some confidential and discreet person
to copy these letters and occasionally to go through certain accounts.
Now there is a very pleasant little sitting room very
near to mister Horner's office, you know, mister Horner's office,
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on the other side of the Stone Hall. And if
I could prevail upon you to come here to breakfast
and afterwards sit there for three hours every morning, mister
Horner should bring or send you the papers. Lady Ludlow stopped.
Miss Galindo's countenance had fallen. There was some great obstacle
in her mind to her wish for obliging Lady Ludlow.
What would Salie do? She asked at length. Lady Ludlow
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had not a notion who Sallly was, nor if she
had had a notion, would she have had a conception
of the perplexities that poured into Miss Galindo's mind at
the idea of leaving her rough forgetful dwarf without the
perpetual monitorship of her mistress. Lady Ludlow, accustomed to a
household where everything went on noiselessly, perfectly and by clockwork
conducted by a number of highly paid, well chosen and
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accomplished servants, had not a conception of the nature of
the rough material from which her servants came. Besides in
her establishment, so that the result was good, no one
inquired if the small economies had been observed in the production.
Whereas every penny, every hapenny was of consequence to Miss Glindo,
and visions of squandid drops of milk and wasted crusts
of bread filled her mind with dismay, But she swallowed
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all her apprehensions down out of her regard for Lady
Ludlow and desire to be of service to her. No
one knows how great a trial it was to her
when she thought of Sallie, unchecked and unscolded for three
hours every morning, But all she said was, Sally, go
to the deuce. I beg your pardon, my lady, if
I was talking to myself. It's a habit I have
got into of keeping my tongue in practice, and I'm
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not quite aware when I do it three hours every morning,
I shall be only too proud to do what I
can for your ladyship. And I hope mister Horner will
not be too impatient with me at first. You know,
perhaps that I was nearly being an authoress once, and
that seems as if I was destined to employ my
time in writing. No, indeed, we must return to the
subject of the clerkship afterwards, if you please, and all
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for rest, Miss Galindo. You surprise me, but indeed I
was all was quite ready. Doctor Burney used to teach
me music, not that I ever could learn, but it
was a fancy of my poor father's. And his daughter
wrote a book, and they said she was but a
very young lady, and nothing but a music master's daughter,
So why should not I try? Well, Well, I got
paper and half a hundred good pens a bottle of
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ink all ready, and then oh, it ended in my
having nothing to say when I sat down to write.
But sometimes when I get hold of a book, I
wonder why I let such a poor reason stop me.
It does not others. But I think it was very
well it did, Miss Galindo, said her ladyship. I am
extremely against women usurping men's employments, as they are very
apt to do. But perhaps after all the notion of
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writing a book improved your hand. It is one of
the most legible I ever saw. I despise zed's without tales,
said Miss Glinda, with a good deal of gratified pride
at my lady's praise. Presently, my lady took her to
look at a curious old cabinet which Lord Ludlow had
picked up at the Hague. And while they were out
of the room on this errand, I suppose the question
of remuneration was settled, for I heard no more of it.
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When they came back, they were talking of mister Gray.
Miss Galindo was unsparing in her expressions of opinion about him,
going much farther than my lady in her language, at
least a little blushing man like him, who can't say
bo to a goose without hesitating and coloring to come
to this village, which is as good a village as
ever lived, and cry us down for a set of sinn,
as if we had all committed murder and that other thing.
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I have no patience with him, my lady. And then
how is he to help us to heaven by teaching
us our a b ab b a ba And yet
by all accounts, that's to save poor children's souls. Oh,
I knew your ladyship would agree with me. I am
sure my mother was as good a creature as ever
breathed the blessed Heir. And if she's not gone to heaven,
I don't want to go there. And she could not
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spell a letter decently? Does mister Gray think God took
note of that? I was sure you would agree with me,
Miss Glindoz, said, my lady. You and I can remember
how this talk about education Rousoue and his writings stirred
up the French people to their reign of terror and
all those bloody scenes. I'm afraid that Rouseu and mister
Gray are birds of a feather, replied Miss Glindo, shaking
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her head, and yet there is some good in the
young man too. He sat up all night with Billy
Davis when his wife was fairly worn out with nursing him.
Did he? Indeed, said my lady, her face lighting up
as it always did when she heard of any kind
or generous action, no matter who performed it. What a
pity he is bitten with these new revolutionary ideas, and
is so much for disturbing the established order of society.
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When Miss Belindo went, she left so favorable an impression
of her visit on my lady that she said to me,
with a pleased smile, I think I have provided mister
Horner with a far better clerk than he would have
made of that lad Gregson in twenty years. And I
will send the lad to my Lord's grieve in Scotland,
that he may be kept out of harm's way. But
something happened to the lad before this purpose could be accomplished.
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by Elizabeth Gaskell, Chapter nine. After a pause, I ventured
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to ask what became of Madame de Crequy, Clement's mother.
She never made any inquiry about him, said my lady.
She must have known that he was dead, though how
we never could tell. Medlicott remembered afterwards that it was about,
if not on. Medlicott to this day declares that it
was on the very Monday, June the nineteenth, when her
son was executed, that Madame de Criquiy left off her
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rouge and took to her bed as one bereaved and hopeless.
It certainly was about that time, and Medlicott, who was
deeply impressed by the dream of Madame de Crequy's, the
relation of which I told you had had such an
effect on my lord, in which she had seen the
figure of Eugenie as the only light object amid much
surrounding darkness as of night, smiling and beckoning clement on
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on till at length the bright phantom stopped motionless, and
Madame de Crequy's eyes began to penetrate the murky darkness
and to see closing around her, the gloomy, dripping walls
which she had once seen and never forgotten, the walls
of the vault of the chapel of the du Crequys
in Saint Germain l' sui, and there the two last
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of the Creakys laid them down among their forefathers. And
Madame de Creqiy had wakened to the sound of the
great door, which led to the open air being locked
upon her. I say Medlicotte, who was predisposed by this
dream to look out for the supernatural, always declared that
Madame de Creky was made conscious in some mysterious way
of her son's death on the very day and hour
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when it occurred, and that after that she had no
more anxiety, was only conscious of a kind of stupefying despair.
And what became of her? My lady, I again asked,
what could become of her? Replied Lady Ludlow. She never
could be induced to rise again. Though she lived more
than a year after her son's departure, she kept her bed,
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her room darkened, her face turned towards the wall whenever
anyone besides Medlicott was in the room. She hardly ever spoke,
and would have died of starvation but for Medlicott's tender
care in putting a morsel to her lips every now
and then, feeding her, in fact, just as an old
bird feeds her young ones. In the height of summer,
my Lord and I left London. We would fain have
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taken her with us into Scotland, but the doctor we had,
the old doctor from Leicester Square, forbade her removal, and
this time he gave such good reasons against it that
I acquiesced. Medlicott and a maid were left with her.
Every care was taken of her. She survived till our return. Indeed,
I thought she was in much the same state as
I had left her in when I came back to London.
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But Medlicott spoke of her as much weaker, and one morning,
on awakening they told me she was dead. I sent
for Medae the Cot, who was in sad distress. She
had become so fond of her charge she said that
about two o'clock she had been awakened by unusual restlessness
on Madame du Craky's part, that she had gone to
her bedside and found the poor lady feebly but perpetually
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moving her waisted arm up and down, and saying to
herself in a wailing voice, I did not bless him
when he left me. I did not bless him when
he left me. Medlicott gave her a spoonful or two
of jelly and sat by her, striking her hand and
soothing her till she seemed to fall asleep. But in
the morning she was dead. It is a sad story,
your ladyship, said I after a while, Yes, it is.
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People seldom arrive at my age without having watched the beginning, middle,
and end of many lives and many fortunes. We do
not talk about them, perhaps, for they are often so
sacred to us, from having touched into the very quick
of our own hearts, as it were, or into those
of others who were dead and gone and veiled over
from human sight, that we cannot tell the tale as
if it was a mere story. But young people should
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remember that we have had this solemn experience of life
on which to base our opinions and form our judgments,
so that they are not mere untried theories. I am
not alluding to mister Horner just now, for he is
nearly as old as I am, within ten years, I
dare say, But I am thinking of mister Gray, with
his endless plans for some new thing, schools, education, sabbaths
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and what not. Now he has not seen what all
this leads to. It is a pity he has not
heard your ladyship tell the story of poor Monsieur de Crequys.
Not at all a pity, my dear. A young man
like him, who both by position and age must have
had his experience confined to a very narrow circle, ought
not to set up his opinion against mine. He ought
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not to require reasons from me, nor to need such
explanation of my arguments. If I condescend to argue as
going into relation of the circumstances on which my arguments
are based in my own mind, would be But, my lady,
it might convince him, I said, with perhaps injudicious perseverance.
And why should he be convinced, she asked, with gentle
inquiry in her tone. He has only to acquiesce, though
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he is appointed by mister Croxton. I am the lady
of the manor, as he must know. But it is
with mister Horner that I must have to do about
this unfortunate lad Gregson. I am afraid there will be
no method of making him forget his unlucky knowledge. His
poor brains will be intoxicated with the sense of his powers,
without any counterbalancing principles to guide him. Poor fellow, I
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am quite afraid it will end in his being hanged.
The next day mister Horner came to apologize and explain.
He was, evidently, as I could tell from his voice
as he spoke to my lady in the next room,
extremely annoyed at her ladyship's discovery of the education he
had been giving to this boy. My lady spoke with
great authority and with reasonable grounds of complaint. Mister Horner
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was well acquainted with her thoughts on the subject, and
had acted in defiance of her wishes. He acknowledged as much,
and should on no account have done it in any
other instance without her leave, which I could never have granted. You, said,
my lady, but this boy had extraordinary capabilities, would in
fact have taught himself much that was bad if he
had not been rescued and another direction given to his powers.
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And in all mister Horner had done, he had had
her Ladyship's service in view. The business was getting almost
beyond his power. So many letters and so much account
keeping was required by the complicated state in which things were.
Lady Ludlow felt what was coming a reference to the
mortgage for the benefit of my Lord's Scottish estates, which
she was perfectly aware mister Horner considered as having been
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a most unwise proceeding, and she hastened to observe all
this may be very true, mister Horner, and I am
sure I should be the last person to wish you
to overwork or distress yourself, but of that we will
talk another time. What I am now anxious to remedy is,
if possible the state of this poor little Gregson's mind,
would not hard work in the fields be a wholesome
and excellent way of enabling him to forget. I was
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in hopes, my Lady, that you would have permitted me
to bring him up to act as a kind of clerk,
said mister Horner, jerking out his project abruptly, Ah, what,
asked my lady in infinite surprise, A kind of of
assistant in the way of copying letters and doing up accounts.
He is already an excellent penman, and very quick at figures,
mister Horner, said my lady, with dignity. The son of
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a poacher and a vagabond ought never to have been
able to copy letters relating to the Hanbury estates, and
at any rate he shall not. I wonder how it
is that, knowing the use he has made of his
power of reading a letter, you should venture to propose
such an employment for him, as would require his being
in your confidence, and you the trusted agent of this family.
Why every secret and every ancient and honorable family has
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its secrets, as you know, mister Horner, would be lan
off by heart and repeated to the first comer. I
should have hoped to have trained him, my lady, to
understand the rules of discretion. Trained train a barn door
fowl to be a pheasant, mister Horner, that would be
the easier task. But you did right to speak of
discretion rather than honor. Discretion looks to the consequences of actions.
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Honor looks to the action itself, and as an instinct
rather than a virtue. After all, it is possible you
might have trained him to be discreet. Mister Horner was silent.
My lady was softened by his not replying, and began,
as she always did in such cases, to fear lest
she had been too harsh. I could tell that by
her voice and by her next speech, as well as
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if I had seen her face. But I am sorry
you are feeling the pressure of the affairs. I am
quite aware that I have entailed much additional trouble upon
you by some of my measures. I must try and
provide you with some suitable assistance copying letters and doing
up accounts. I think you said. Mister Horner had certainly
had a distant idea of turning the little boy in
process of time into a clerk. But he had rather
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urged this possibility of future usefulness beyond what he had
at first intended in speaking of it to my lady,
as a palliation of his offense. And he certainly was
very much inclined to retract his statement that the letter
writing or any other business had increased, or that he
was in the slightest want of help of any kind
when my lady, after a pause of consideration, suddenly said,
I have it, Miss Galindo. Will I am sure be
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glad to assist you. I will speak to her myself
the payment we should make to a clerk would be
of real service to her. I could hardly help echoing
mister Horner's tone of surprise as he said, Miss Glindo,
for you must be told who Miss Galindo was, at
least told as much as I know. Miss Galindo had
lived in the village for many years, keeping house on
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the smallest possible means, yet always managing to maintain a servant.
And this servant was invariably chosen because she had some
infirmity that made her undesirable to every one else. I
believe Miss Galindo had had lame and blind and hump
backed maids. She had even at one time taken in
a girl hopelessly gone in consumption, because if not, she
would have had to go to the workhouse and not
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have had enough to eat. Of course, the poor creature
could not perform a single duty usually required of a servant,
and Miss Galindo herself was both servant and nurse. Her
present maid was scarcely four feet high, and bore a
terrible character for ill temper. Nobody but Miss Glindo would
have kept her. But as it was, mistress and servants
squabbled perpetually and were at heart the best of friends.
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For it was one of Miss Glindo's peculiarities to do
all manner of kind and self denying actions, and to
say all manner of provoking things. Lame, blind, deformed, and
dwarf all came in for scoldings without number. Was only
the consumptive girl that never had heard a sharp word.
I don't think any of her servants liked her the
worse for her peppery temper and passionate odd ways, for
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they knew her real and beautiful kindness of heart. And besides,
she had so great a turn for humor that very
often her speeches amused as much or more than they irritated.
And on the other side, a piece of witty impudence
from her servant would occasionally tickle her so much and
so suddenly, that she would burst out laughing in the
middle of her passion. But the talk about Miss Glindo's
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choice and management of her servants was confined to village gossip,
and had never reached my lady Ludlow's ears, though doubtless
mister Horner was well acquainted with it. What my lady
knew of her amounted to this. It was the custom
in those days for the wealthy ladies of the county
to set on foot a repository, as it was called
in the Assize town. The ostensible manager of this repository
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was generally a decayed gentlewoman, a clergyman's widow, or so forth.
She was, however, controlled by a committee of ladies, and
paid by them in proportion to the amount of goods
she sold. And these goods were the small manufactures of
ladies of little or no fortune, whose names, if they
chose it, were only signified by initials. Poor water color drawings,
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indigo and indian ink screens, ornamented with moss and dried leaves,
paintings on velvet, and such faintly ornamental works were displayed
on one side of the shop. It was always reckoned
a mark of characteristic gentility in the repository to have
only common, heavy framed sash windows which admitted very little light.
So I never was quite certain of the merit of
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these works of art, as they were entitle. But on
the other side, where the useful work placard was put up,
there was a great variety of articles of whose unusual
excellence everyone might judge, such fine sewing and stitching and buttonholing,
such bundles of soft, delicate knitted stockings and socks, and
above all, in Lady Ludlow's eyes, such hanks of the
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finest spun flaxen thread, And the most delicate, dainty work
of all was done by Miss Gilindo, as Lady Ludlow
very well knew. Yet for all their fine sewing, it
sometimes happened that Miss Galindo's patterns were of an old
fashioned kind, and a dozen nightcaps, maybe on the materials
for which she had expended bona fider money, and on
the making up no little time in eyesight, would lie
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for months in a yellow, neglected heap. And at such
times it was said Miss Galindo was more amusing than usual,
more full of dry drollery and humor, just as at
the times when an order came into X the initial
she had chosen for a stock of well paying things,
she sat and stormed at her servant as she stitched away.
She herself explained her practice in this way, when everything
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goes wrong, one would give up breathing if one could
not lighten one's heart by a joke. But when I've
to sit still from morning till night, I must have
something to stir my blood, or I should go off
into an apoplexy. So I set to and quarrel with Sutly.
Such were Miss Glindo's means and manner of living in
her own house, out of doors and in the village.
She was not popular, although she would have been sorely
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missed had she left the place. But she asked too
many home questions, not to say impertinent respecting the domestic economies,
for even the very poor liked to spend their bit
of money their own way, and would open cupboards to
find out hidden extravagances and question closely respecting the weekly
amount of butter. Till one day she met with what
would have been a rebuff to any other person, but
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which she rather enjoyed than otherwise. She was going into
a cottage and in the doorway met the good woman
chasing out a duck, and apparently unconscious of her visitor,
get out Miss Glindo. She cried addressing the duck. Get out, Oh,
I ask your pardon. She can tear as if seeing
the lady for the first time. It's only that weary
duck will come in. Get out, Miss gelt to the duck.
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And so you call it after me? Do you inquired
her visitor? Oh? Yes, ma'am. My master would have it so,
for he said, sure enough, the unlucky bird was always
poking herself where she was not wanted. Ha, very good,
And say your master is a wit, is he? Well?
Tell him to come up and speak to me to
night about my parlor chimney, for there is no one
like him for chimney doctoring. And the Master went up
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and was so won over by Miss Glindo's merry ways
and sharp insight into the mysteries of his various kinds
of business. He was a mason, chimney sweeper and ratcatcher,
that he came home and abused his wife the next
time she called the duck, the name by which he
himself had christened her. But odd as Miss Galindo was
in general, she could be as well bred a lady
as anyone. When she chose, and choose she always did.
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When my lady Ludlow was by indeed, I don't know
the man, woman or child that did not instinctively turn
out its best side to her ladyship. So she had
no notion of the qual which I am sure made
mister Horner think that Miss Glindo would be most unmanageable
as a clerk, and heartily wish that the idea had
never come into my lady's head. But there it was,
and he had annoyed her ladyship already more than he
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liked to day, so he could not directly contradict her,
but only urged difficulties which he hoped might prove insuperable.
But every one of them Lady Ludlow knocked down letters
to copy. Doubtless Miss Glindo could come up to the hall.
She should have a room to herself. She wrote a
beautiful hand, and writing would save her eyesight capability with
regard to accounts. My lady would answer for that too,
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and for more than mister Horner seemed to think it
necessary to inquire about. Miss Galindo was, by birth and
breeding a lady of the strictest honor, and would, if possible,
forget the substance of any letters that passed through her
hands at any rate, no one would ever hear of
them again from her remuneration. Oh As for that, Lady
Ludlow would herself take care that it was managed in
the most delicate manner possible. She would send to invite
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Miss Galindo to tea at the hall that very afternoon.
If mister Horner would I only give her ladyship the
slightest idea of the average length of time that my
lady was to request Miss Galindo to sacrifice to her
daily three hours, very well, mister Horner looked very grave
as he passed the windows of the room where I lay.
I don't think he liked the idea of Miss Glindo
as a clerk. Lady Ludlow's invitations were like royal commands. Indeed,
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the village was too quiet to allow the inhabitants to
have many evening engagements of any kind. Now and then
mister and Missus Horner gave a tea and supper to
the principal tenants and their wives, to which the clergyman
was invited, and Miss Galindo, Missus Medlicott, and one or
two other spinsters and widows. The glory of the supper
table on these occasions was invariably furnished by her ladyship.
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It was a cold roasted peacock with his tail stuck
out as if in life. Missus Medlicott would take up
the whole morning arranging the feathers in the proper semicircle,
and was always pleased with the wonder and admiration it excited.
It was considered a due reward and fitting compliment to
her exertions that mister Horner always took her into supper
and placed opposite to the magnificent dish, at which she
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sweetly smiled all the time they were at table. But
since Missus Horner had had the paralytic stroke, these parties
had been given up, and Miss Glinda wrote a note
to Lady Ludlow in reply to her invitation, saying that
she was entirely disengaged and would have great pleasure in
doing herself the honor of waiting upon her ladyship. Whoever
visited my Lady took their meals with her sitting on
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the dais in the presence of all my former companions.
So I did not see Miss Glindo until some time
after tea. As the young gentleman had had to bring
her their sewing and spinning to hear the remarks of
so competent a judge. At length, her Ladyship brought her
visitor into the room where I lay. It was one
of my bad days, I remember, in order to have
her little bit of private conversation. Miss Glinda was dressed
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in her best gown. I am sure, but I had
never seen anything like it except in a picture. It
was so old fashioned. She wore a white muslin apron,
delicately embroidered, and put on a little crookedly in order,
as she told us even Lady Ludlow before the evening
was over, to conceal a spot, whence the color had
been discharged by a lemon stain. This crooke goodness had
an odd effect, especially when I saw that it was intentional. Indeed,
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she was so anxious about her apron's right adjustment in
the wrong place that she told us straight out why
she wore it so, and asked her ladyship if the
spot was properly hidden, at the same time lifting up
her apron and showing her how large it was. When
my father was alive, I always took his right arm
so and used to remove any spotted or discolored breadth
to the left side if it was a walking dress.
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That's the convenience of a gentleman. But widows and spinsters
must do what they can. Ah my dear to me,
when you are reckoning up the blessings in your lot,
though you may think it a hard one in some respects,
don't forget how little your stockings want darning, as you
are obliged to lie down so much. I would rather
knit two pairs of stockings than darn one any day.
Have you been doing any of your beautiful knitting lately?
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Asked my lady, who had now arranged Miss Gilindo in
the pleasantest chair and taken her own little wicker work one,
and having her work in her hands, was ready to
try open the subject. No, in a last, your ladyship,
it is partly the hot weather's fault, but people seem
to forget that winter must come, and partly I suppose
that everyone is stopped. Who has the money to pay
four and sixpence a pair for stockings? Then may I
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ask if you have any time in your active days
at liberty, said my lady, drawing a little nearer to
her proposal, which I fancy she found it a little
awkward to make. Why the village keeps me busy, your ladyship,
when I have neither knitting or sewing to do. You know,
I took X for my letter at the repository because
it stands for Xantippi, who is a great scold in
old times, as I've learnt. But I'm sure I don't
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know how the world would get on without scolding your ladyship.
It would go to sleep and the sun would stand still.
I don't think I could bear to scold Miss Galindo,
said her ladyship, smiling no, because your ladyship has people
to do it for you, begging your pardon, my lady,
it seems to me the generality of people may be
divided into saints, scolds, and sinners. Now, your ladyship is
a saint because you have a sweet and holy nature
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in the first place, and have people to do your
anger and vexat for you in the second place. And
Jonathan Walkey is a sinner because he is sent to prison.
But here am I half way, having but a poor
kind of disposition at best, and yet hating sin and
all that leads to it. Such as wasting and extravagance
and gossiping. And yet all this lies right under my
nose in the village, and I am not saint enough
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to be vexed at it, and so I scold. And
though I had rather be a saint, yet I think
I do good in my way, No doubt you do,
dear Miss Galindo, said Lady Ludlow. But I am sorry
to hear that there is so much that is bad
going on in the village. Very sorry, oh your ladyship.
Then I am sorry I brought it out. It was
only by way of saying that, when I have no
particular work to do at home, I take a turn
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abroad and set my neighbors to rights, just by way
of steering clear of Satan, for Satan finds some mischief
still for idle hands to do, you know, my lady.
There was no leading into the subject by delicate degrees,
for Miss Galindo was evidently so fond of talking that
if asked a question, she made her answer so long
that before she came to an end of it, she
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had wandered far away from the original starting point. So
Lady Ludlow plunged at once into what she had to say,
Miss Glindo, I have a great favor to ask of you,
my lady. I wish I could tell you what a
pleasure it is to hear you say so, replied Miss Glindo,
almost with tears in her eyes. So glad were we
all to do anything for her ladyship which could be
called a free service and not merely a duty. It
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is this Mister Horner tells me that the business letters
relating to the estate are multiplying so much that he
finds it impossible to copy them all himself. And I
therefore require the services of some confidential and discreet person
to copy these letters and occasionally to go through certain accounts.
Now there is a very pleasant little sitting room very
near to mister Horner's office, you know, mister Horner's office,
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on the other side of the Stone Hall. And if
I could prevail upon you to come here to breakfast
and afterwards sit there for three hours every morning, mister
Horner should bring or send you the papers. Lady Ludlow stopped.
Miss Galindo's countenance had fallen. There was some great obstacle
in her mind to her wish for obliging Lady Ludlow.
What would Salie do? She asked at length. Lady Ludlow
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had not a notion who Sallly was, nor if she
had had a notion, would she have had a conception
of the perplexities that poured into Miss Galindo's mind at
the idea of leaving her rough forgetful dwarf without the
perpetual monitorship of her mistress. Lady Ludlow, accustomed to a
household where everything went on noiselessly, perfectly and by clockwork
conducted by a number of highly paid, well chosen and
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accomplished servants, had not a conception of the nature of
the rough material from which her servants came. Besides in
her establishment, so that the result was good, no one
inquired if the small economies had been observed in the production.
Whereas every penny, every hapenny was of consequence to Miss Glindo,
and visions of squandid drops of milk and wasted crusts
of bread filled her mind with dismay, But she swallowed
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all her apprehensions down out of her regard for Lady
Ludlow and desire to be of service to her. No
one knows how great a trial it was to her
when she thought of Sallie, unchecked and unscolded for three
hours every morning, But all she said was, Sally, go
to the deuce. I beg your pardon, my lady, if
I was talking to myself. It's a habit I have
got into of keeping my tongue in practice, and I'm
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not quite aware when I do it three hours every morning,
I shall be only too proud to do what I
can for your ladyship. And I hope mister Horner will
not be too impatient with me at first. You know,
perhaps that I was nearly being an authoress once, and
that seems as if I was destined to employ my
time in writing. No, indeed, we must return to the
subject of the clerkship afterwards, if you please, and all
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for rest, Miss Galindo. You surprise me, but indeed I
was all was quite ready. Doctor Burney used to teach
me music, not that I ever could learn, but it
was a fancy of my poor father's. And his daughter
wrote a book, and they said she was but a
very young lady, and nothing but a music master's daughter,
So why should not I try? Well, Well, I got
paper and half a hundred good pens a bottle of
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ink all ready, and then oh, it ended in my
having nothing to say when I sat down to write.
But sometimes when I get hold of a book, I
wonder why I let such a poor reason stop me.
It does not others. But I think it was very
well it did, Miss Galindo, said her ladyship. I am
extremely against women usurping men's employments, as they are very
apt to do. But perhaps after all the notion of
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writing a book improved your hand. It is one of
the most legible I ever saw. I despise zed's without tales,
said Miss Glinda, with a good deal of gratified pride
at my lady's praise. Presently, my lady took her to
look at a curious old cabinet which Lord Ludlow had
picked up at the Hague. And while they were out
of the room on this errand, I suppose the question
of remuneration was settled, for I heard no more of it.
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When they came back, they were talking of mister Gray.
Miss Galindo was unsparing in her expressions of opinion about him,
going much farther than my lady in her language, at
least a little blushing man like him, who can't say
bo to a goose without hesitating and coloring to come
to this village, which is as good a village as
ever lived, and cry us down for a set of sinn,
as if we had all committed murder and that other thing.
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I have no patience with him, my lady. And then
how is he to help us to heaven by teaching
us our a b ab b a ba And yet
by all accounts, that's to save poor children's souls. Oh,
I knew your ladyship would agree with me. I am
sure my mother was as good a creature as ever
breathed the blessed Heir. And if she's not gone to heaven,
I don't want to go there. And she could not
(25:23):
spell a letter decently? Does mister Gray think God took
note of that? I was sure you would agree with me,
Miss Glindoz, said, my lady. You and I can remember
how this talk about education Rousoue and his writings stirred
up the French people to their reign of terror and
all those bloody scenes. I'm afraid that Rouseu and mister
Gray are birds of a feather, replied Miss Glindo, shaking
(25:43):
her head, and yet there is some good in the
young man too. He sat up all night with Billy
Davis when his wife was fairly worn out with nursing him.
Did he? Indeed, said my lady, her face lighting up
as it always did when she heard of any kind
or generous action, no matter who performed it. What a
pity he is bitten with these new revolutionary ideas, and
is so much for disturbing the established order of society.
(26:07):
When Miss Belindo went, she left so favorable an impression
of her visit on my lady that she said to me,
with a pleased smile, I think I have provided mister
Horner with a far better clerk than he would have
made of that lad Gregson in twenty years. And I
will send the lad to my Lord's grieve in Scotland,
that he may be kept out of harm's way. But
something happened to the lad before this purpose could be accomplished.
(26:30):
End of Chapter nine. Recording by Jennie Bradshaw
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