FRANK'S BEREAVEMENT Early in the evening Mark made his appearance.

Supper had been over for an hour, and everything was cold.

In a house where there is sickness, the regular course of things is necessarily interrupted, and, because he could not have his wants attended to immediately, Mark saw fit to grumble and scold the servants.

He was not a favorite with them, and they did not choose to be bullied.
Deborah, who had been in the house for ten years, and so assumed the independence of an old servant, sharply reprimanded the spoiled boy.
"You ought to be ashamed, Mr.Mark," she said, "of making such a fuss when my poor mistress lies upstairs at the point of death." "Do you know who you are talking to ?" demanded Mark, imperiously, for he could, when speaking with those whom he regarded as inferiors, exchange his soft tones for a voice of authority.
"I ought to know by this time," answered Deborah, contemptuously.

"There is no other in the house like you, I am glad to say." "You are very impertinent.