It is some foolish exaggeration of the servants.

I am sure it is not true." "Even if it should be I do not know what we could do," said Emma.

"We cannot prevent it.

If he has a mind to do such a bad action, he will do it, if not at one time, surely at another." What was it?
I never asked questions now.
One thing I remember.

When I went into his room that evening to say good-night, my father's traveling flask lay there--a pretty silver flask that my mother had given him for a birthday present.