And would it not be foolish to mourn a calamity above twenty years beforehand ?' 'But Aunt Isabella was younger than papa,' she remarked, gazing up with timid hope to seek further consolation.
'Aunt Isabella had not you and me to nurse her,' I replied.

'She wasn't as happy as Master: she hadn't as much to live for.

All you need do, is to wait well on your father, and cheer him by letting him see you cheerful; and avoid giving him anxiety on any subject: mind that, Cathy! I'll not disguise but you might kill him if you were wild and reckless, and cherished a foolish, fanciful affection for the son of a person who would be glad to have him in his grave; and allowed him to discover that you fretted over the separation he has judged it expedient to make.' 'I fret about nothing on earth except papa's illness,' answered my companion.

'I care for nothing in comparison with papa.

And I'll never--never--oh, never, while I have my senses, do an act or say a word to vex him.