At half-past two, an event occurred of daily importance to Mr. Joseph: the dinner-hour arrived. Warriors may fight and perish, but he must dine. He came into Amelia's room to see if he could coax her to share that meal. "Try," said he; "the soup is very good. Do try, Emmy," and he kissed her hand. Except when she was married, he had not done so much for years before. "You are very good and kind, Joseph," she said. "Everybody is, but, if you please, I will stay in my room to-day."

At half-past two, the dinner-hour arrived. Warriors may fight and perish, but Jos must dine. He came into Amelia's room to coax her to eat.
"The soup is very good. Do try, Emmy," he said, and kissed her hand. Except at her wedding, he had not done that for years.
"You are very kind, Joseph," she said, "but, if you please, I will stay in my room today."
