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Updated: June 15, 2025
Something akin to her feeling of affection for the nice, long-legged Westerner she had seen rambling in Bond Street touched Betty again. The Delkoff was the centre of G. Selden's world as the flowers were of Kedgers', as the "little 'ome" was of Mrs. Welden's. "Were you going to try to sell ME a typewriter?" she asked.
He knew of old Doby's pipe, and of Mrs. Welden's respite from the Union, and though such incidents would seem mere trifles to the dweller in great towns, he had himself lived and done his work long enough in villages to know the village mind and the scale of proportions by which its gladness and sadness were measured.
It was not very easy to find out the exact quantities, as Mrs. Welden's estimates of such things had been based, during her entire existence, upon calculation as to how little, not how much she could use. When Betty suggested a pound of tea, a half pound the old woman smiled at the innocent ignorance the suggestion of such reckless profusion implied. "Oh, no! Bless you, miss, no!
I couldn't never do away with it. A quarter, miss that'd be plenty a quarter." Mrs. Welden's idea of "the best," was that at two shillings a pound. A pound of sugar would be twopence, Mrs. Half a pound of butter, "Good tub butter, miss," would be ten pence three farthings a pound. Soap, candles, bacon, bread, coal, wood, in the quantities required by Mrs.
The young lady from "Meriker" had not so far had time to make a call at any cottage in old Mrs. Welden's lane and she had knocked just at old Mrs. Welden's door. This was enough to put in good spirits even a less cheery old person. At first Betty wondered how she could with delicacy ask personal questions.
A few minutes' conversation, however, showed her that the personal affairs of Sir Nigel's tenants were also the affairs of not only himself, but of such of his relatives as attended to their natural duty. Her presence in the cottage, and her interest in Mrs. Welden's ready flow of simple talk, were desirable and proper compliments to the old woman herself.
In 1847, when eighty-one years of age, he undertook the management of Lord Howard de Welden's estate, in the Island of Jamaica; and, in 1848, came with his widowed daughter and grandson to New York. Both mother and child died soon after their arrival, leaving him, at his advanced age, lonely indeed.
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