Bridget had been my housekeeper before I was
married and I asked her to stay on lest your mother should
be inexperienced at first in the domestic arts. They never
got on well together and when Mary had recovered from her
confinement and seemed disposed to take up housekeeping I
sent away poor Bridget reluctantly and only took her back
after your mother's flight. Bridget was a second mother to
you as you know, though I fear you never showed her much
affection till these later days.
_October_ 23.
My eyes seem to be improving instead of getting tired with
the new delights of reading and writing. I owe all this to
you and to the clever oculist at Clifton. Dr. Murgatroyd
from Pontyffynon looked in here the other day, to ask about
your return. He seemed almost to grudge me my restored sight
because I had got it from other people's advice. Said _he_
could have advised an operation only he never believed my
heart would stand it. When I told him they had mixed the
anaesthetic with oxygen he became quite angry--and exclaimed
against these new-fangled notions. But I must not use up my
new found energy writing about him. I want to finish my
letter in a business-like fashion so that you may know all
that is necessary to be known about yourself and your
position.
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