Let them gape." "You vain child! You have so dressed yourself to please your vanity.
But, Isabel, you--oooh!" Isabel started as she stood; the earl's groan of pain was dreadful.
"An awful twinge, child.

There, go along; talking makes me worse." "Papa, shall I stay at home with you ?" she gravely asked.

"Every consideration should give way to illness.

If you would like me to remain, or if I can do any good, pray let me." "Quite the contrary; I had rather you were away.

You can do no earthly good, for I could not have you in the room.