Mr.Bastow said that he would allow her half a crown a week as long as she lived, and the Squire added as much more, and as the woman had saved a good deal during her twenty years' service with the Rector, she was perfectly satisfied.
"It is a good thing that she should be content," the Squire said to Mr.
Bastow.

"She has a lot of connections in the village, and if she had gone away with a sense of grievance she might have created a good deal of ill feeling against your successor, and I am very anxious that he should begin well.

I like the young fellow, and I like his wife." "We are fortunate, indeed, Ernest," Mrs.Greg said the following morning, as with the children, two and three years old, they went out into the garden; where the trees were laden with apples, pears, and plums.

"What a change from our little rooms in Reigate.

I should think that anyone ought to be happy indeed here." "They ought to be, Emma, but you see Mr.Bastow had trouble enough; and it should be a lesson to us, dear, to look very closely after the boys now they are young, and see that they don't make bad acquaintances." "From what we hear of the village, there is little fear of that; the mischief must have begun before Mr.Thorndyke came down, when by all accounts things had altogether gone to the bad here, and of course young Bastow must have had an exceptionally evil disposition, Ernest." "Yes, no doubt; but his father could not have looked after him properly.
I believe, from what I hear, that Bastow was so dispirited at his powerlessness to put a stop to the state of things here, that, except to perform service, he seldom left the house, and the boy no doubt grew up altogether wild.