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and I suppose made her dependants lead her own sad life . I think my lord was as much afraid of her as her page was , and the only person of the household who mastered her was Mr. Holt . Harry was only too glad when the Father dined at table , and to slink away and prattle with him afterwards , or read with him , or walk with him . Luckily my Lady Viscountess did not rise till noon . Heaven help the poor waiting-woman who had charge of her toilet ! I have often seen the poor wretch come out with red eyes from the closet where those long and mysterious rites of her ladyship 's dress were performed , and the backgammon-box locked up with a rap on Mrs. Tusher 's fingers when she played ill , or the game was going the wrong way . Blessed be the king who introduced cards , and the kind inventors of piquet and cribbage , for they employed six hours at least of her ladyship 's day , during which her family was pretty easy .