Mason who has been mentioned in a foregoing page in some
yet earlier chapter of our history. She was very old now, very faithful
to the recollections of her own early time, and oblivious of yesterday.
Thanks to Colonel Newcome's bounty, she had lived in comfort for many a
long year past; and he was as much her boy now as in those early days of
which we have given but an outline. There were Clive's pictures of
himself and his father over her little mantelpiece, near which she sat in
comfort and warmth by the winter fire which his bounty supplied.
Mrs. Mason remembered Miss Newcome, prompted thereto by the hints of her
little maid, who was much younger, and had a more faithful memory than
her mistress. Why, Sarah Mason would have forgotten the pheasants whose
very tails decorated the chimney-glass, had not Keziah, the maid,
reminded her that the young lady was the donor. Then she recollected her
benefactor, and asked after her father, the Baronet; and wondered, for
her part, why her boy, the Colonel, was not made baronet, and why his
brother had the property? Her father was a very good man; though Mrs.
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