Ay, and she'll find him harder and carelesser nor she thinks on.' 'You seem to be well acquainted with him,' I observed.
'I am, sir; I've known him since he was quite a young gentleman; and a proud 'un he was, and a wilful.

I was servant yonder for several years; but I couldn't stand their niggardly ways--she got ever longer and worse, did missis, with her nipping and screwing, and watching and grudging; so I thought I'd find another place.' 'Are we not near the house ?' said I, interrupting him.
'Yes, sir; yond's the park.' My heart sank within me to behold that stately mansion in the midst of its expansive grounds.

The park as beautiful now, in its wintry garb, as it could be in its summer glory: the majestic sweep, the undulating swell and fall, displayed to full advantage in that robe of dazzling purity, stainless and printless--save one long, winding track left by the trooping deer--the stately timber-trees with their heavy-laden branches gleaming white against the dull, grey sky; the deep, encircling woods; the broad expanse of water sleeping in frozen quiet; and the weeping ash and willow drooping their snow-clad boughs above it--all presented a picture, striking indeed, and pleasing to an unencumbered mind, but by no means encouraging to me.

There was one comfort, however,--all this was entailed upon little Arthur, and could not under any circumstances, strictly speaking, be his mother's.

But how was she situated?
Overcoming with a sudden effort my repugnance to mention her name to my garrulous companion, I asked him if he knew whether her late husband had left a will, and how the property had been disposed of.