"I hate him!" For the rest of that day, and all the next, I worried myself with thoughts of the new tutor.

On the following morning, I was standing near one of the lodges with my father, looking at some silver pheasants, when Mr.Andrewes rode by, and called to my father.
Now, living as I did, chiefly with servants, and spending much more of my leisure than was at all desirable between the stables and the housekeeper's room, my sense of honour on certain subjects was not quite so delicate as it ought to have been.

With all their many merits, uneducated people and servants have not--as a class--strict ideas on absolute truthfulness and honourable trustworthiness in all matters.

A large part of the plans, hopes, fears, and quarrels of uneducated people are founded on what has been overheard by folk who were not intended to hear it, and on what has been told again by those to whom a matter was told in confidence.

Nothing is a surer mark of good breeding and careful "upbringing" (as the Scotch call it) than delicacy on those little points which are trusted to one's honour.