Her necessity and her application being greater than Rosamund's, Bertha before long succeeded in earning a little money; without this help, life at home would scarcely have been possible for her.

They might, to be sure, have taken a lodger, having spare rooms, but Mrs.Cross could only face that possibility if the person received into the house were "respectable" enough to be called a paying guest, and no such person offered.

So they lived, as no end of "respectable" families do, a life of penury and seclusion, sometimes going without a meal that they might have decent clothing to wear abroad, never able to buy a book, to hear a concert, and only by painful sacrifice able to entertain a friend.

When, on a certain occasion, Miss Elvan passed a week at their house (Mrs.Cross approved of this friendship, and hoped it might be a means of discovering the paying guest), it meant for them a near approach to starvation during the month that ensued.
Time would have weighed heavily on Mrs.Cross but for her one recreation, which was perennial, ever fresh, constantly full of surprises and excitement.

Poor as she was, she contrived to hire a domestic servant; to say that she "kept" one would come near to a verbal impropriety, seeing that no servant ever remained in the house for more than a few months, whilst it occasionally happened that the space of half a year would see a succession of some half dozen "generals." Underpaid and underfed, these persons (they varied in age from fourteen to forty) were of course incompetent, careless, rebellious, and Mrs.Cross found the sole genuine pleasure of her life in the war she waged with them.