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Mrs. Medlicott was great as a nurse, and I am sure I can never be
grateful enough to her memory for all her kindness. But she was
puzzled to know how to manage me in other ways. I used to have long,
hard fits of crying; and, thinking that I ought to go home--and yet
what could they do with me there?--and a hundred and fifty other
anxious thoughts, some of which I could tell to Mrs. Medlicott, and
others I could not. Her way of comforting me was hurrying away for
some kind of tempting or strengthening food--a basin of melted
calves-foot jelly was, I am sure she thought, a cure for every woe.
"There take it, dear, take it!" she would say; "and don't go on
fretting for what can't be helped."
But, I think, she got puzzled at length at the non-efficacy of good
things to eat; and one day, after I had limped down to see the
doctor, in Mrs. Medlicott's sitting-room--a room lined with
cupboards, containing preserves and dainties of all kinds, which she
perpetually made, and never touched herself--when I was returning to
my bed-room to cry away the afternoon, under pretence of arranging my
clothes, John Footman brought me a message from my lady (with whom
the doctor had been having a conversation) to bid me go to her in
that private sitting-room at the end of the suite of apartments,
about which I spoke in describing the day of my first arrival at
Hanbury. I had hardly been in it since; as, when we read to my lady,
she generally sat in the small withdrawing-room out of which this
private room of hers opened. I suppose great people do not require
what we smaller people value so much,--I mean privacy. I do not
think that there was a room which my lady occupied that had not two
doors, and some of them had three or four. Then my lady had always
Adams waiting upon her in her bed-chamber; and it was Mrs.
Medlicott's duty to sit within call, as it were, in a sort of
anteroom that led out of my lady's own sitting-room, on the opposite
side to the drawing-room door. To fancy the house, you must take a
great square and halve it by a line: at one end of this line was the
hall-door, or public entrance; at the opposite the private entrance
from a terrace, which was terminated at one end by a sort of postern
door in an old gray stone wall, beyond which lay the farm buildings
and offices; so that people could come in this way to my lady on
business, while, if she were going into the garden from her own room,
she had nothing to do but to pass through Mrs. Medlicott's apartment,
out into the lesser hall, and then turning to the right as she passed
on to the terrace, she could go down the flight of broad, shallow
steps at the corner of the house into the lovely garden, with
stretching, sweeping lawns, and gay flower-beds, and beautiful, bossy
laurels, and other blooming or massy shrubs, with full-grown beeches,
or larches feathering down to the ground a little farther off. The
whole was set in a frame, as it were, by the more distant woodlands.
The house had been modernized in the days of Queen Anne, I think; but
the money had fallen short that was requisite to carry out all the
improvements, so it was only the suite of withdrawing-rooms and the
terrace-rooms, as far as the private entrance, that had the new,
long, high windows put in, and these were old enough by this time to
be draped with roses, and honeysuckles, and pyracanthus, winter and
summer long.
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