"Gabriel! give that wretch his money--and release
me from the sight of him!"
The Sergeant was the only one among us who was fit to cope with
her--being the only one among us who was in possession of himself.
"I am no more answerable for this distressing calamity, my lady, than
you are," he said. "If, in half an hour from this, you still insist on
my leaving the house, I will accept your ladyship's dismissal, but not
your ladyship's money."
It was spoken very respectfully, but very firmly at the same time--and
it had its effect on my mistress as well as on me. She suffered Mr.
Franklin to lead her back into the room. As the door closed on the two,
the Sergeant, looking about among the women-servants in his observant
way, noticed that while all the rest were merely frightened, Penelope
was in tears. "When your father has changed his wet clothes," he said to
her, "come and speak to us, in your father's room."
Before the half-hour was out, I had got my dry clothes on, and had lent
Sergeant Cuff such change of dress as he required. Penelope came in to
us to hear what the Sergeant wanted with her. I don't think I ever felt
what a good dutiful daughter I had, so strongly as I felt it at that
moment.
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