To him it was a matter of perfect indifference if he were sent off with his car just before breakfast, or called away to some stable work as the dinner was about to smoke in the servants' hall.

He was a great eater, but what he didn't eat one day he could eat the next.

Such things never ruffled him, nor was he ever known to say that such a job wasn't his work.

He was always willing to nurse a baby, or dig potatoes, or cook a dinner, to the best of his ability, when asked to do so; but he could not endure to be made less of than a Protestant; and of all Protestants he could not endure to be made less of than Mrs.Jones.
"'Cause she's a Protestant, is it, ma'am ?" "Of course, Richard; you can't but see that Protestants are more trusted, more respected, more thought about than Romanists, can you ?" "'Deed then I don't know, ma'am." "But look at Mrs.Jones." "Oh, I looks at her often enough; and she's well enough too for a woman.

But we all know her weakness." "What's that, Richard ?" asked Mrs.Townsend, with some interest expressed in her tone; for she was not above listening to a little scandal, even about the servants of her great neighbours.
"Why, she do often talk about things she don't understand.