I did not bring much into Castlewood House, and I shall not take much out." "Hush! the bells are ringing for church, Mountain.

Let us try, if you please, and compose ourselves," said the widow, and she looked with eyes of extreme affection, certainly at one--perhap at both--of her children.
George kept his head down, and Harry, who was near, got quite close to him during the sermon, and sat with his arm round his brother's neck.
Harry had proceeded in his narrative after his own fashion, interspersing it with many youthful ejaculations, and answering a number of incidental questions asked by his listener.

The old lady seemed never tired of hearing him.

Her amiable hostess and her daughters came more than once, to ask if she would ride, or walk, or take a dish of tea, or play a game at cards; but all these amusements Madam Bernstein declined, saying that she found infinite amusement in Harry's conversation.
Especially when any of the Castlewood family were present, she redoubled her caresses, insisted upon the lad speaking close to her ear, and would call out to the others, "Hush, my dears! I can't hear our cousin speak." And they would quit the room, striving still to look pleased.
"Are you my cousin, too ?" asked the honest boy.

"You see kinder than my other cousins." Their talk took place in the wainscoted parlour, where the family had taken their meals in ordinary for at least two centuries past, and which, as we have said, was hung with portraits of the race.