No longer could he in his sunnily disposed deck-chair read the sweet books he loved in a perfect serenity.

Once more he must follow his royal charge up and down the sands and keep an ever watchful eye on him.
The change from Pyechurch to the Temple was trying; but the unrepining Pollyooly soon grew used to it, though she missed for a while the wide spaces of the sea and marsh, and the inspiriting breezes from the sea.
The Honourable John Ruffin made some changes: she was to continue to call him John, or Cousin John; she was to do her work in gloves; and she was always to wear a large apron.

The use of a large apron, though it might prevent her from working with her wonted speed, was to enable her to wear under it always a nice linen frock.

Then, when any one knocked at the door of the chambers, she could slip off the apron, and let them in no longer in the guise of the Honourable John Ruffin's housekeeper, but as a member of his family.
He did not for a moment dream of relieving her altogether of her housework.

In the first place he could not afford to do so; in the second place he thought it very good for her to be busy most of the day, and to feel that she was independent, earning her own living.