And though Mr.
Fielden was as anxious and fond as most fathers, he grew a little impatient before comforters, kerchiefs, and muffettees were arranged, and minute exordiums as to the danger of crossing the street, and the risk of patting strange dogs, etc., were half-way concluded; with a shrug and a smile, he at length fairly pushed out the children, shut the door, and drew his chair close to his wife's.
"My dear," he began at once, "I am extremely uneasy about that poor girl." "What, Miss Clavering?
Indeed, she eats almost nothing at all, and sits so moping alone; but she sees Mr.Mainwaring every day.

What can we do?
She is so proud, I'm afraid of her." "My dear, I was not thinking of Miss Clavering, though I did not interrupt you, for it is very true that she is much to be pitied." "And I am sure it was for her sake alone that you agreed to Susan's request, and got Blackman to do duty for you at the vicarage, while we all came up here, in hopes London town would divert her.

We left all at sixes and sevens; and I should not at all wonder if John made away with the apples." "But, I say," resumed the parson, without heeding that mournful foreboding,--"I say, I was then only thinking of Susan.

You see how pale and sad she is grown." "Why, she is so very soft-hearted, and she must feel for her sister." "But her sister, though she thinks much, and keeps aloof from us, is not sad herself, only reserved.

On the contrary.