"And you'll find yourself some employment, eh?
Scales, French, a little German, eh?
There's Mr.Pepper who knows more about separable verbs than any man in Europe, eh ?" and he went off laughing.

Rachel laughed, too, as indeed she had laughed ever since she could remember, without thinking it funny, but because she admired her father.
But just as she was turning with a view perhaps to finding some employment, she was intercepted by a woman who was so broad and so thick that to be intercepted by her was inevitable.

The discreet tentative way in which she moved, together with her sober black dress, showed that she belonged to the lower orders; nevertheless she took up a rock-like position, looking about her to see that no gentry were near before she delivered her message, which had reference to the state of the sheets, and was of the utmost gravity.
"How ever we're to get through this voyage, Miss Rachel, I really can't tell," she began with a shake of her head.

"There's only just sheets enough to go round, and the master's has a rotten place you could put your fingers through.

And the counterpanes.