When you are in command, I beg you will do as you please." Angelo was hurt, and the tears came into his eyes.

There was gentle reproach in his voice, but, not anger, when he replied: "Luigi, I often consult your wishes, but you never consult mine.

When I am in command I treat you as a guest; I try to make you feel at home; when you are in command you treat me as an intruder, you make me feel unwelcome.

It embarrasses me cruelly in company, for I can see that people notice it and comment on it." "Oh, damn the people," responded the brother languidly, and with the air of one who is tired of the subject.
A slight shudder shook the frame of Angelo, but he said nothing and the conversation ceased.

Each buttoned his own share of the nightshirt in silence; then Luigi, with Paine's Age of Reason in his hand, sat down in one chair and put his feet in another and lit his pipe, while Angelo took his Whole Duty of Man, and both began to read.