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But she had gone almost mad. Of wild and overweening temper, she could

not bear the humiliation of her husband's soft, half-appealing kindness

to everybody. He was not deceived by the poor. He knew they came and

sponged on him, and whined to him, the worse sort; the majority,

luckily for him, were much too proud to ask for anything, much too

independent to come knocking at his door. But in Beldover, as

everywhere else, there were the whining, parasitic, foul human beings

who come crawling after charity, and feeding on the living body of the

public like lice. A kind of fire would go over Christiana Crich's

brain, as she saw two more pale-faced, creeping women in objectionable

black clothes, cringing lugubriously up the drive to the door. She

wanted to set the dogs on them, 'Hi Rip! Hi Ring! Ranger! At 'em boys,

set 'em off.' But Crowther, the butler, with all the rest of the

servants, was Mr Crich's man. Nevertheless, when her husband was away,

she would come down like a wolf on the crawling supplicants; 'What do you people want? There is nothing for you here. You have no

business on the drive at all. Simpson, drive them away and let no more

of them through the gate.' The servants had to obey her. And she would stand watching with an eye

like the eagle's, whilst the groom in clumsy confusion drove the

lugubrious persons down the drive, as if they were rusty fowls,

scuttling before him.

But they learned to know, from the lodge-keeper, when Mrs Crich was

away, and they timed their visits. How many times, in the first years,

would Crowther knock softly at the door: 'Person to see you, sir.' 'What name?' 'Grocock, sir.' 'What do they want?' The question was half impatient, half gratified.

He liked hearing appeals to his charity.

'About a child, sir.' 'Show them into the library, and tell them they shouldn't come after

eleven o'clock in the morning.' 'Why do you get up from dinner?--send them off,' his wife would say

abruptly.

'Oh, I can't do that. It's no trouble just to hear what they have to

say.' 'How many more have been here today? Why don't you establish open house

for them? They would soon oust me and the children.' 'You know dear, it doesn't hurt me to hear what they have to say. And

if they really are in trouble--well, it is my duty to help them out of

it.' 'It's your duty to invite all the rats in the world to gnaw at your

bones.' 'Come, Christiana, it isn't like that. Don't be uncharitable.' But she suddenly swept out of the room, and out to the study. There sat

the meagre charity-seekers, looking as if they were at the doctor's.