"He will not, I tell you. I can calculate his movements. I understand my brother."
Suspense is irksome, disappointment bitter. All the world has, some time or other, felt that. Caroline, obedient to orders, passed into the kitchen. Sarah was making a dress for herself at the table.
"You are to bring in coffee," said the young lady in a spiritless tone; and then she leaned her arm and head against the kitchen mantelpiece, and hung listlessly over the fire.

"He will not, I tell you. I understand my brother."
Caroline went obediently into the kitchen, where Sarah was sewing herself a dress.
"You are to bring in coffee," she said in a spiritless tone; and then she leaned her arm and head against the kitchen mantelpiece, and hung listlessly over the fire.
