Sometimes he could hardly drag himself about, he was so bad with the rheumatics.

Then she thought that she would make one person happy, and told him that his wages should be raised to ten shillings a week.

No matter whether he earned it or not, or what Mr.Giles might say; he should have ten shillings a week.
So Enoch Gabby got his weekly ten shillings, though Lady Ongar hardly realized the pleasure that she had expected from the transaction.

She sent that afternoon for Mr.Giles, the steward, and told him what she had done.

Mr.Giles did not at all approve, and spoke his disapproval very plainly, though he garnished his rebuke with a great many "my lady's." The old man was a hanger-on about the place, and for years had received eight shillings a week, which he had not half earned.