We trust in you.

We look entirely towards you.

And yet you leave your poor brother Robert without any brandy, to say nothing of me, your father.

Good heavens, Laura! what would your mother have said?
Think of accidents, think of sudden illness, think of apoplectic fits, Laura.

It is a very grave res--a very grave response--a very great risk that you run." "I hardly touch the stuff," said Robert curtly; "Laura need not provide any for me." "As a medicine it is invaluable, Robert.