My Unhappy Home

My Secret Life, Volume 2

I was still poor, but had got into an employment and was living in a small eight-roomed house.

I kept one servant only, but was pinched to keep up appearances. None of the outside world

could have known how much I was pinched. I went home regularly, sat for hours by myself

reading, brooding, fretting, and even crying bitter tears at the time I take up my narrative.