I am fair lonely without Steve.' And he said, 'I'm agreeable.

She'll be glad enough to come.' And I said, 'Thank'ee, squire, I'll be glad enough to see her.' But what _is_ the matter, Charlotte?
The squire has been in his airs with Steve ever so long." Then Charlotte's face grew like a flame; and she answered, in a tone of tender sadness, "Father thinks Steve loves me; and he says there is no love-line between our houses, and that, if there were, it is crossed with sorrow, and that neither the living nor the dead will have marriage between Steve and me." "I thought that was the trouble.

I did so.

As for the living, he speaks for himself; as for the dead, it is your grandmother Sandal he thinks of.

She was a hard, proud woman, Charlotte.