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Happy
at
Moor
House
I
was
,
and
hard
I
worked
;
and
so
did
Hannah
:
she
was
charmed
to
see
how
jovial
I
could
be
amidst
the
bustle
of
a
house
turned
topsy-turvy
--
how
I
could
brush
,
and
dust
,
and
clean
,
and
cook
.
And
really
,
after
a
day
or
two
of
confusion
worse
confounded
,
it
was
delightful
by
degrees
to
invoke
order
from
the
chaos
ourselves
had
made
.
I
had
previously
taken
a
journey
to
S-to
purchase
some
new
furniture
:
my
cousins
having
given
me
carte
blanche
to
effect
what
alterations
I
pleased
,
and
a
sum
having
been
set
aside
for
that
purpose
.
The
ordinary
sitting-room
and
bedrooms
I
left
much
as
they
were
:
for
I
knew
Diana
and
Mary
would
derive
more
pleasure
from
seeing
again
the
old
homely
tables
,
and
chairs
,
and
beds
,
than
from
the
spectacle
of
the
smartest
innovations
.
Still
some
novelty
was
necessary
,
to
give
to
their
return
the
piquancy
with
which
I
wished
it
to
be
invested
.
Dark
handsome
new
carpets
and
curtains
,
an
arrangement
of
some
carefully
selected
antique
ornaments
in
porcelain
and
bronze
,
new
coverings
,
and
mirrors
,
and
dressing-cases
,
for
the
toilet
tables
,
answered
the
end
:
they
looked
fresh
without
being
glaring
.
A
spare
parlour
and
bedroom
I
refurnished
entirely
,
with
old
mahogany
and
crimson
upholstery
:
I
laid
canvas
on
the
passage
,
and
carpets
on
the
stairs
.
When
all
was
finished
,
I
thought
Moor
House
as
complete
a
model
of
bright
modest
snugness
within
,
as
it
was
,
at
this
season
,
a
specimen
of
wintry
waste
and
desert
dreariness
without
.
The
eventful
Thursday
at
length
came
.
They
were
expected
about
dark
,
and
ere
dusk
fires
were
lit
upstairs
and
below
;
the
kitchen
was
in
perfect
trim
;
Hannah
and
I
were
dressed
,
and
all
was
in
readiness
.
St.
John
arrived
first
.
I
had
entreated
him
to
keep
quite
clear
of
the
house
till
everything
was
arranged
:
and
,
indeed
,
the
bare
idea
of
the
commotion
,
at
once
sordid
and
trivial
,
going
on
within
its
walls
sufficed
to
scare
him
to
estrangement
.
He
found
me
in
the
kitchen
,
watching
the
progress
of
certain
cakes
for
tea
,
then
baking
.
Approaching
the
hearth
,
he
asked
,
"
If
I
was
at
last
satisfied
with
housemaid
's
work
?
"
I
answered
by
inviting
him
to
accompany
me
on
a
general
inspection
of
the
result
of
my
labours
.
With
some
difficulty
,
I
got
him
to
make
the
tour
of
the
house
.
He
just
looked
in
at
the
doors
I
opened
;
and
when
he
had
wandered
upstairs
and
downstairs
,
he
said
I
must
have
gone
through
a
great
deal
of
fatigue
and
trouble
to
have
effected
such
considerable
changes
in
so
short
a
time
:
but
not
a
syllable
did
he
utter
indicating
pleasure
in
the
improved
aspect
of
his
abode
.
This
silence
damped
me
.
I
thought
perhaps
the
alterations
had
disturbed
some
old
associations
he
valued
.
I
inquired
whether
this
was
the
case
:
no
doubt
in
a
somewhat
crest-fallen
tone
.
"
Not
at
all
;
he
had
,
on
the
contrary
,
remarked
that
I
had
scrupulously
respected
every
association
:
he
feared
,
indeed
,
I
must
have
bestowed
more
thought
on
the
matter
than
it
was
worth
.
How
many
minutes
,
for
instance
,
had
I
devoted
to
studying
the
arrangement
of
this
very
room
?
--
By-the-bye
,
could
I
tell
him
where
such
a
book
was
?
"
I
showed
him
the
volume
on
the
shelf
:
he
took
it
down
,
and
withdrawing
to
his
accustomed
window
recess
,
he
began
to
read
it
.
Now
,
I
did
not
like
this
,
reader
.
St.
John
was
a
good
man
;
but
I
began
to
feel
he
had
spoken
truth
of
himself
when
he
said
he
was
hard
and
cold
.
The
humanities
and
amenities
of
life
had
no
attraction
for
him
--
its
peaceful
enjoyments
no
charm
.
Literally
,
he
lived
only
to
aspire
--
after
what
was
good
and
great
,
certainly
;
but
still
he
would
never
rest
,
nor
approve
of
others
resting
round
him
.
As
I
looked
at
his
lofty
forehead
,
still
and
pale
as
a
white
stone
--
at
his
fine
lineaments
fixed
in
study
--
I
comprehended
all
at
once
that
he
would
hardly
make
a
good
husband
:
that
it
would
be
a
trying
thing
to
be
his
wife
.
I
understood
,
as
by
inspiration
,
the
nature
of
his
love
for
Miss
Oliver
;
I
agreed
with
him
that
it
was
but
a
love
of
the
senses
.
I
comprehended
how
he
should
despise
himself
for
the
feverish
influence
it
exercised
over
him
;
how
he
should
wish
to
stifle
and
destroy
it
;
how
he
should
mistrust
its
ever
conducting
permanently
to
his
happiness
or
hers
.
I
saw
he
was
of
the
material
from
which
nature
hews
her
heroes
--
Christian
and
Pagan
--
her
lawgivers
,
her
statesmen
,
her
conquerors
:
a
steadfast
bulwark
for
great
interests
to
rest
upon
;
but
,
at
the
fireside
,
too
often
a
cold
cumbrous
column
,
gloomy
and
out
of
place
.
