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During the whole of that evening there was a forced attempt on the part of all the party at Wharton Hall to be merry -- which, however, as is the case whenever such attempts are forced, was a failure. There had been a haymaking harvest-home which was supposed to give the special occasion for mirth, as Sir Alured farmed the land around the park himself, and was great in hay. "I don't think it pays very well," he said with a gentle smile, "but I like to employ some of the people myself. I think the old people find it easier with me than with the tenants. "
"I shouldn't wonder," said his cousin; -- "but that's charity; not employment. "