I used to like him when I was a child; now I shudder at his name.
Why is this?
He is kind; he condescends to seek to please.

It was the wish of my poor father,--for father he really was to me; and yet--oh that he had left me poor and free!" At this part of Evelyn's meditation the unusual sound of wheels was heard on the gravel; she started up, wiped the tears from her eyes, and hurried down to welcome the expected guests..