And you may say, did I ever get any thanks for 't ?
No, I didn't. But I've made my son what he ought
to be, and he's no rogue; and maybe he'll thank
his old father for it some day, though I may be in
my grave then. Ay, you don't better the stick, I
say; no other thrashing-machine ever come up to
it. David, he looks at that and he remembers who
it was once mastered him, and would still if 'twere
needed. That's the truth, Zabby." He added for
a finish, nodding across the hearth to where his
son sat passively regarding the flames, " David
there, he hears well enough what I tell 'ee ; and he
ha'n't got a word to say against it."

Sabrina's patience had reached its limits: she
rose abruptly.
"I hope you will be better in the morning,
uncle," she said, with cold civility, and passed out,
giving but half a glance and a murmured good night
to her cousin, who sat staring into the fire and
making no sign. She was miserably conscious
that her visit had been the occasion, if not the
cause, of the indignity he had to endure.
