They can never hit the _juste milieu_.
Well!" and he rose from the breakfast-table. "I'll go and see Neville
and attend to business. We'll drive out this afternoon for some fresh
air, and afterwards you must rest, my pet--for you'll find an 'at home'
more tiring than climbing a mountain in Norway."
He kissed, and left her to her usual occupations, of which she had many,
for she had taken great pains to learn all the details of the work in
the Errington Establishment,--in fact, she went every morning to the
little room where Mistress Parton, the housekeeper, received her with
much respect and affection, and duly instructed her on every point of
the domestic management and daily expenditure, so that she was
thoroughly acquainted with everything that went on.
She had very orderly quiet ways of her own, and though thoughtful for
the comfort and well-being of the lowest servant in her household she
very firmly checked all extravagance and waste, yet in such a gentle,
unobtrusive manner that her control was scarcely felt--though her
husband at once recognized it in the gradually decreasing weekly
expenses, while to all appearance, things were the same as ever.
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