instantly, and cried out:

"Oh, my poor precious! Oh, poor Miss Silvia! What dreadful change is
this?" Then, seeing her mistress start and look at her, she cried out:
"But never fear, my darling, it will all come right, your old Nanny
knows you, it will all come right in the end."

But though she said this she did not care to look again, and kept her
eyes turned away so as not to meet the foxy slit ones of her mistress,
for that was too much for her. So she hurried out soon, fearing to be
found there by Mr. Tebrick, and who knows, perhaps shot, like the dogs,
for knowing the secret.

Mr. Tebrick had all this time gone about paying off his servants and
shooting his dogs as if he were in a dream. Now he fortified himself
with two or three glasses of strong whisky and went to bed, taking his
vixen into his arms, where he slept soundly. Whether she did or not is
more than I or anybody else can say.

In the morning when he woke up they had the place to themselves, for on
his instructions the servants had all left first thing: Janet and the
cook to Oxford, where they would try and find new places, and Nanny
going back to the cottage near Tangley, where her son lived, who was the
pigman there.

So with that morning there began what was now to be their ordinary life
together. He would get up when it was broad day, and first thing light
the fire downstairs and cook the breakfast, then brush his wife, sponge
her with a damp sponge, then brush her again, in all this using scent
very freely to hide somewhat her rank odour. When she was dressed he