“And saying this, Mr. Martinet turned upon his heel and left the house. As you may suppose, I did not feel very comfortable, nor in a very good humour with Hannah. When she made her appearance to set the table, which was not for a quarter of an hour, I gave her about as good a setting down, I reckon, as she ever had in her life. Of course, I was paid back in impudence which I could not stand, and therefore gave her notice to quit. If ever a woman was tried beyond endurance, I am. My very life is becoming a burden to me. The worst part of it is, there is no prospect of a change for the better. Things, instead of growing better, grow worse.”
“It is not so bad as that, I hope,” I could not help remarking. “Have you never thought of a remedy for the evils of which you complain?”
“A remedy, Kate! What remedy is there?”
Mrs. Martinet looked at me curiously.
“If not a remedy, there is, I am sure, a palliative,” I returned, feeling doubtful of the effect of what I had it in my mind to express.
“What is the remedy or palliative of which you speak. Name it, for goodness’ sake! Like a drowning man, I will clutch it, if it be but a straw.”
“The remedy is patience.” My voice slightly faltered as I spoke.
Instantly the colour deepened on the face of Mrs. Martinet. But our close intimacy, and her knowledge of the fact that I was really a friend, prevented her from being offended.
“Patience!” she said, after she had a little recovered herself. “Patience is no remedy. To endure is not to cure.”
“In that, perhaps, you are mistaken,” I returned. “The effect of patience is to cure domestic evils. A calm exterior and a gentle, yet firm voice, will in nine cases in ten, effect more than the most passionate outbreak of indignant feelings. I have seen it tried over and over again, and I am sure of the effect.”
“I should like to have seen the effect of a gentle voice upon my Harry, just now.”
“Forgive me for saying,” I answered to this, “that in my opinion, if you had met his passionate outbreak at the wrong he had suffered in losing his top-cord, in a different manner from what you did, that the effect would have been of a like different character.”
My friend’s face coloured more deeply, and her lips trembled. But she had good sense, and this kept her from being offended at what I said. I went on—
“There is no virtue more necessary in the management of a household than patience. It accomplishes almost every thing. Yet it is a hard virtue to practise, and I am by no means sure that, if I were in your place, I would practise it any better than you do. But it is of such vital importance to the order, comfort, and well-being of a family, to be able patiently and calmly to meet every disturbing and disorderly circumstance, that it is worth a struggle to attain the state of mind requisite to do so.