'Well! - if it had been me now, I should have no tea at all - If it had been Fergus, even, he would have had to put up with such as there was, and been told to be thankful, for it was far too good for him; but you - we can't do too much for you - It's always so - if there's anything particularly nice at table, mamma winks and nods at meto abstain from it, and if I don't attend to that, she whispers, "Don't eat so much of that, Rose, Gilbert will like it for his supper" - I'm nothing at all - in the parlour, it's "Come, Rose, put away your things, and let's have the room nice and tidy against they come in; and keep up a good fire; Gilbert likes a cheerful fire." In the kitchen - "Make that pie a large one, Rose, I dare say the boys'll be hungry; and don't put so much pepper in, they'll not like it I'm sure" - or, "Rose, don't put so many spices in the pudding, Gilbert likes it plain," - or, "Mind you put plenty of currants in the cake, Fergus likes plenty." If I say, "Well, mamma, I don't," I'm told I ought not to think of myself - "You know, Rose, in all household matters, we have only two things to consider, first, what's proper to be done, and secondly, what's most agreeable to the gentlemen of the house - anything will do for the ladies." '
Frå Anne Brontës The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.