120 ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

ceeded the old lady, bringing her face close to
Mr. Stokes, and whispering—“ only think, she

says she never has five pounds she can call her —
own. Now, as I told Rose, this is very odd,
because my lord is so very rich since the death,
of his brother, ten times as rich as he was at
first, and yet Rose says they are poor now to
what they used to be—is hot that very strange?
She says it is because of the increased expendi-
ture, and that I don’t understand ; but it’s very
hard, very hard in my old days. If she can’t
live upon thirty thousand a-year, I wonder how
she expects her poor old grandmother to live
upon thirty pounds, for that’s all my certainty ;
and the little farm, I must say, would have gone
to destruction, but for Edward Lynne—he does
every thing for it, poor fellow. She never sends
me a paper now, with her presentations, and
dresses, and fine parties, printed in it at full-
length; she’s ashamed of her birth, that’s it;
though sure you and your lady, sir, noticed them
both like equals, and I never even asked to go
near her, though his lordship invited me more
than once—and he even came to see Rose, as
you know, ay, and a good ten mile out of his
way it was to come—a good ten mile—and
kissed her baby, and said he wished he had one
like it, which they say Helen never will have.
Oh, it was a pity that first one of her ladyship
did not live! Itis so cruel of her not to let me
see the papers with an account of her fine do-