"And we be always anxious to see our dears." "He IS coming to-night," she replied, with defiance.

"And we BE anxious for our dears." "Then will you step in-doors, where your dear will soon jine 'ee?
We've to mouster by half-past three to-morrow, and if we don't get to bed by eight at latest our faces will be as long as clock-cases all day." She hesitated for a minute, but ultimately obeyed, going slowly down the garden to the house, where he heard the door-latch click behind her.
Tim was incensed beyond measure.

His marriage had so far been a total failure, a source of bitter regret; and the only course for improving his case, that of leaving the country, was a sorry, and possibly might not be a very effectual one.

Do what he would, his domestic sky was likely to be overcast to the end of the day.

Thus he brooded, and his resentment gathered force.