Next to his master, he had never liked anybody
so well as the boy Jan.
"Stop where you are a minute or two," said unceremonious Jan to Sir
Henry. "I must find one of the porters, and then I'll walk with you."
Looking about in various directions, in holes and corners and sheds,
inside carriages and behind trucks, Jan at length came upon a short,
surly-looking man, wearing the official uniform. It was the one of whom
he was in search.
"I say, Parkes, what is this I hear about your forcing your wife to get
up, when I have given orders that she should lie in bed? I went in just
now, and there I found her dragging herself about the damp brewhouse. I
had desired that she should not get out of her bed."
"Too much bed don't do nobody much good, sir," returned the man in a
semi-resentful tone. "There's the work to do--the washing. If she don't
do it, who will?"
"Too much bed wouldn't do you good; or me, either; but it is necessary
for your wife in her present state of illness. I have ordered her to bed
again. Don't let me hear of your interfering a second time, and forcing
her up.
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