'Frances is quite right: she'll be perfectly well by this time next week.

Are you going up-stairs?
will you tell her that I'll come, if she'll promise not to talk.

I left her because she would not hold her tongue; and she must--tell her Mr.Kenneth says she must be quiet.' I delivered this message to Mrs.Earnshaw; she seemed in flighty spirits, and replied merrily, 'I hardly spoke a word, Ellen, and there he has gone out twice, crying.

Well, say I promise I won't speak: but that does not bind me not to laugh at him!' Poor soul! Till within a week of her death that gay heart never failed her; and her husband persisted doggedly, nay, furiously, in affirming her health improved every day.

When Kenneth warned him that his medicines were useless at that stage of the malady, and he needn't put him to further expense by attending her, he retorted, 'I know you need not--she's well--she does not want any more attendance from you! She never was in a consumption.