Not one woman in five in the village can make her own clothes, and they have to go to a place three miles away to get them done." A week later the squire received an answer from his friend, saying that he had chosen a man, and his wife, whom he thought would suit.
"The poor fellow was rather a cripple," he said.

"He is a wood engraver by trade, but he fell downstairs and hurt his back.

The doctor who attended him at the hospital spoke to me about him.

He said that he might, under favourable circumstances, get better in time; but that he was delicate, and absolutely needed change of air and a country life.

I have seen him several times, and have been much struck with his intelligence.