The tankards are on the side table still,
but the bossed silver is undimmed by handling, and there are no
dregs to send forth unpleasant suggestions: the only prevailing
scent is of the lavender and rose-leaves that fill the vases of
Derbyshire spar. All is purity and order in this once dreary room,
for, fifteen years ago, it was entered by a new presiding spirit.
'Now, father,' said Nancy, 'is there any call for you to go home to
tea? Mayn't you just as well stay with us?- such a beautiful evening
as it's likely to be.'
The old gentleman had been talking with Godfrey about the
increasing poor-rate and the ruinous times, and had not heard the
dialogue between his daughters.
'My dear, you must ask Priscilla,' he said, in the once firm voice,
now become rather broken. 'She manages me and the farm too.'
'And reason good as I should manage you, father,' said Priscilla,
'else you'd be giving yourself your death with rheumatism. And as
for the farm, if anything turns out wrong, as it can't but do in these
times, there's nothing kills a man so soon as having nobody to find
fault with but himself. It's a deal the best way o' being master, to
let somebody else do the ordering, and keep the blaming in your own
hands. It 'ud save many a man a stroke, I believe.'
'Well, well, my dear,' said her father, with a quiet laugh, 'I
didn't say you don't manage for everybody's good.
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