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She had determined not to be led into an argument with Mrs Baggett on the subject, feeling that even to discuss her conduct would be an impropriety. She was strong in her own conduct, and knew how utterly at variance it had been with all that this woman imputed to her. The glitter of the diamonds had been merely thrown in by Mrs Baggett in her passion.
But on entering the house, Mr Blake announced the fact of there being a stranger in the stables, and suggested that the one-legged gentleman had been looking at somebody taking a glass of gin. Then Mrs Baggett burst out into a loud screech of agony. "The nasty drunken beast! he ought to be locked up into the darkest hole they've got in all Alresford." "But who is the gentleman?" said Mr Blake.
Care seemed to be on his face, nay, even present, almost visibly, on his very shoulders. She would go to him and plead for Mrs Baggett. But in that case what should become of herself? She was aware that she could no longer stay in his house as his adopted daughter. But she could go forth, and starve if there was nothing better for her.
I hope he'll find every one else as good at doing what he tells 'em. But I ain't a-going to be a-doing for him or for any one much longer." Mrs Baggett walked into her master's room, loudly knocking at the door, and waiting for a loud answer.
Amos Baggett, the landlord, informed me on the Quiet that the "bye Jarge" was none other than old Jasper's only son a man now some forty years of age who, though promising well in his youth; had "gone wrong" and was at that moment serving a long term of imprisonment for burglary; further, that upon the day of his son's conviction old Jasper had had a "stroke," and was never quite the same after, all recollection of the event being completely blotted from his mind, so that he persisted in thinking and speaking of his son as still a boy.
"If you told him as though you meant it, he wouldn't go," said Mrs Baggett. "That's all you know about it," said Mr Whittlestaff. "Now the fact is, I won't stand this kind of thing. If you mean to remain here, you must be less free with your tongue." "I don't mean to remain here, Mr Whittlestaff. It's just that as I'm coming to.
But it's a come-down in the world, Mr Whittlestaff." "If you think I've come down in the world, you'd better keep it to yourself, and not tell me. I don't think that I've come down." "You bear up against it finely like a man, sir; but for a poor woman like me, I do feel it." Such was Mrs Baggett and the record of her life. But this little conversation took place before the coming of Mary Lawrie.
What's the good of beating about the bush? Why don't you have him?" Mary did not quite know whether it behoved her to be angry with the old servant, and if so, how she was to show her anger. "You shouldn't talk such nonsense, Mrs Baggett." "That's all very well. It is all nonsense; but nonsense has to be talked sometimes. Here's a gentleman as you owe everything to.
With many lamentations, and confessions as to her own weakness, she wrote to her mistress, acknowledging that she did intend to marry "B." Mrs Whittlestaff could do nothing to prevent it, and Dorothy did marry "B." Of the misery and ill-usage, of the dirt and poverty, which poor Dorothy Baggett endured during that year, it needs not here to tell.
Such had been the successes and the failures of Mr Whittlestaff's life when Mary Lawrie was added as one to his household. The same idea had occurred to him as to Mrs Baggett. He was not a young man, because he was fifty; but he was not quite an old man, because he was only fifty.
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