"They always do; and now, don't you think that we had better--" "Exactly," struck in the other.

"But I, who know my father well, know that he will not relent.

Oh, Sir, it is dreadful to think of a family divided!" Abel puffed for a moment in silence.

"But I think my dearest father loves me enough to allow me to mould him a little.

If, for instance, I could say to him that Mr.Dinks would contribute say fifteen hundred dollars a year, until Mr.Alfred comes into his fortune, I think in that case I might persuade him to advance as much; and so, Sir, your son and my dear sister might live somewhat as they have been accustomed, and their mutual affection would sustain them, I doubt not, until the grandfather died.