Maybe 'tis going to live with them he'd be." "He never will, so long as her Ladyship's alive," said Pat, emphatically.
"Then maybe we'd be havin' him for a furnished lodger," said Bridget.
"I'd rather it 'ud be something in the country.

Why wouldn't you be his coachman as well, Pat?
Sure, anything you don't know about horses isn't worth the knowin'." "True for you.

We might have a little lodge," said Pat.
They were really the quietest and most peaceful years--unless the Dowager happened to be in town.

Then something went dreadfully wrong with the General's temper, and he would come roaring downstairs and along the corridors like a winter storm.

The servants' hall used to take a tender interest in those bad days.
"Somebody ought to spake to her," said Bridget.