So I went up to my closet; and wrote thus far, while he walked about till
dinner was ready; and he is now sat down to it, as I hear by Mrs. Jewkes,
very sullen, thoughtful, and out of humour; and she asks, What I have
done to him?--Now, again, I dread to see him!--When will my fears be
over?
Three o'clock.
Well, he continues exceeding wrath. He has ordered his travelling
chariot to be got ready with all speed. What is to come next, I wonder!
Sure I did not say so much!--But see the lordliness of a high condition!
--A poor body must not put in a word, when they take it into their heads
to be angry! What a fine time a person of an equal condition would have
of it, if she were even to marry such a one!--His poor dear mother
spoiled him at first. Nobody must speak to him or contradict him, as I
have heard, when he was a child; and so he has not been used to be
controlled, and cannot bear the least thing that crosses his violent
will. This is one of the blessings attending men of high condition!
Much good may do them with their pride of birth, and pride of fortune!
say I:--All that it serves for, as far as I can see, is, to multiply
their disquiets, and every body's else that has to do with them.
So, so! where will this end?--Mrs.
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