He is prosperous, too, I hear; has been a doctor a year, now, and has had two patients--no, three, I think; yes, it was three.

I attended their funerals.

Well, other people have hoped and been disappointed; I am not alone in that.

I wish you could stay to dinner, Maria--we are going to have sausages; and besides, I wanted to talk to you about Hawkeye and make you promise to come and see us when we are settled there." But Maria could not stay.

She had come to mingle romantic tears with Laura's over the lover's defection and had found herself dealing with a heart that could not rise to an appreciation of affliction because its interest was all centred in sausages.
But as soon as Maria was gone, Laura stamped her expressive foot and said: "The coward! Are all books lies?
I thought he would fly to the front, and be brave and noble, and stand up for me against all the world, and defy my enemies, and wither these gossips with his scorn! Poor crawling thing, let him go.