'Thanky, mum, I'm zure,' zezz I." "I knows how her goes on," groaned James Coachman.
"Mother toime 'tis zummat else," said the aggrieved gardener.

"'Thic 'ere geranum's broke, Willum; but ef yu tuke it vor cuttings, zo vast's iver yu cude, 'twon't take no yarm, Willum.

Yu zee as how us du take a turble interest.' Ah! 'tis arl I can du tu putt oop wi' 'un; carling a man from's tea, tu tark zuch vamous vule's tark." Lady Mary was not much less weary than the gardener and coachman of the old sisters' habits of criticism.

But only the shadow of their former power of vexing her remained, now that they could no longer appeal to Sir Timothy to join them in reproving his wife.

She was no more to be teased or exasperated into alternate submission and rebellion.
Their cousin John, the administrator of Barracombe, had chosen from the first to place her opinions and wishes above all their protests or advice.