In Praise of Lady Margery Kyteler, Chapter 4

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌⁠Nobody in the world but herself, she thought often, could have kept them. But if she sent them away, where would they go? The old gardener—could he last away from the soil he had tended with the care of parents?

And the maids would be lost in a modern world. And for all that the two men in the stable fought, they loved each other in a strange way. She couldn't pension them off; and, also, they got