LADY GRANDISON.
Well, and what would Emilia say further?
EMILIA.
You know better than I what is proper to do for him.
SIR CHARLES.
Speak, tell us your opinion.
EMILIA.
You gave a yearly income to our old gardener because he had been a faithful servant.
SIR CHARLES.
Very true; but the gardener was a decrepid old man, worn out in the service of my family; he could not do any thing to earn a livelihood. I respect old age, I would not grub up a tree which had long afforded me a shade; and the horse I rode on, when I was young, has now a meadow to range in, and a soft bed to stretch those limbs on, which were formerly active in my service.