No servant but himself would have had a day's patience with me.

He never abused me but when I deserved it--did he ?" "No, your honor; I know he didn't, in troth." "You lie, you villain, you know no such thing.

Here am I with my sore leg, and no one to dress it for me.

Who's to help me upstairs or downstairs ?--who's to be about me ?--or, who cares for me, now that he's gone?
Nobody--not a soul." "Doesn't Masther Richard, sir ?" "No sir; Master Richard gives himself little trouble about me.

He has other plots and plans on his hands--other fish to fry--other irons in the fire.