My room is next Father's, and I can often hear him moving about before I fall asleep.

He works late at night, sometimes very late indeed; so that when I wake early, as I do occasionally, or in the grey of the dawn, I hear him still moving.

I tried once to remonstrate with him about staying up so late, as it cannot be good for him; but I never ventured to repeat the experiment.

You know how stern and cold he can be--at least you may remember what I told you about him; and when he is polite in this mood he is dreadful.

When he is angry I can bear it much better; but when he is slow and deliberate, and the side of his mouth lifts up to show the sharp teeth, I think I feel--well, I don't know how! Last night I got up softly and stole to the door, for I really feared to disturb him.