Fifty and odd years now, Tom, have we been brothers, and I never found him change.

And brothers we shall be, I trust, a few years more, till I see you back again from the East, comfortably settled.

And then--" "Don't talk of that, sir, please!" said Tom, quite quickly and sharply.
"How ill poor Mary looks!" "So they say, poor child; and one hears it in her voice.

Ah, Tom, that girl is an angel; she has been to me daughter, doctor, clergyman, eyes and library; and would have been nurse too, if it had not been for making old Jane jealous.

But she is ill.