"Take my word for it," said the shrewd old man; "I knows the old master and his ways better than you do, Master Amos, though you're his son and I ain't.  But I've knowed him years longer than you have.  Now he's displeased with you; but I'll tell you who he's more displeased with, and that's just his own self.  I don't mean no disrespect to your father, Master Amos--he's as kind-hearted a gentleman and as good a master as ever was, only a bit hasty sometimes; but then, which on us ain't got faults of our own enough and to spare?  But I'm sure of this, he has never been fairly satisfied with keeping the door shut agen dear Miss Julia as was, and he won't _be_ satisfied, depend on it, till she's back again--I know it.  You see, though there was a reg'lar flare up when I spoke up for you the other night, he has never said a word of blame to me on the subject; and for why?  I'll tell you--it's just because he knows and feels down in his heart of hearts as I were _not_ to blame.  But he must be angry with somebody--'taint pleasant to be angry with one's own self; he's never been used to be angry with Master Walter; 'tain't no use being angry with Miss Huntingdon, 'cos she'd look the fiercest man as ever lived into a good temper--the mere sight of her face is enough for that, let alone her words.  So master's just showing his anger to you, Master Amos.  But it won't last; it can't last.  So you just stick to your work, and I'll back you up all in my power, and I'll keep my tongue inside my teeth for the future, if I possibly can."