"But, mother," said Chrissy, "we cannot leave until we have done something. It is dreadful to see him suffer so." Theobald and Christina knew how dearly Alethea loved London and thought it very odd that she should want to go and live at Roughborough, but they did not suspect that she was going there solely on her nephew鈥檚 account, much less that she had thought of making Ernest her heir. If they had guessed this, they would have been so that I half believe they would have asked her to go and live somewhere else. Alethea, however, was two or three years younger than Theobald; she was still some years short of fifty, and might very well live to eighty-five or ninety; her money, therefore, was not worth taking much trouble about, and her brother and sister-in-law had dismissed it, so to speak, from their minds with costs, assuming, however, that if anything did happen to her while they were still alive, the money would, as a matter of course, come to them. 双色球彩票开奖规则 "But, mother," said Chrissy, "we cannot leave until we have done something. It is dreadful to see him suffer so." On Ernest himself the effect was to confirm the good opinion of himself which had been growing upon him ever since he had begun to read for orders, and to make him flatter himself that he was among the few who were ready to give up all for Christ. Ere long he began to conceive of himself as a man with a mission and a great future. His lightest and most hastily formed opinions began to be of momentous importance to him, and he inflicted them, as I have already shown, on his old friends, week by week becoming more and more entete with himself and his own crotchets. I should like well enough to draw a veil over this part of my hero鈥檚 career, but cannot do so without marring my story. 鈥淏y the way,鈥?said Martin, 鈥渉ave you had your petit d茅jeuner?鈥? "Och, sur," said Michael, respectfully touching his hat, "I niver seed the loike. Them skeeters bates all that iver I seen鈥攖he knaves!"鈥攔ubbing his hands and arms vigorously鈥?shure they drive me narely mad. I niver shall forgit the furst time they swarumed around me like a a swarum of bays, an' I tuk me blankits and ran down to the river an' roulled mesilf up and went to shlape on the rocks. Well, sur, d'ye think they'd lave a poor crathure alone? Not thim, the brutes! Shure as you're alive, sur, they came out with their lanterns an' ye'd see a flash here and a flash there; an' kill 'em? ye moight as well try to kill the divil himsilf, for soon as I could get nare them, out would go their light, an' they'd all cum buzzin' round tazin' and tormintin' me. "I say, old chap, these togs are really not half bad for ready-made, what! Not what a London tailor would turn out of course. But they fit, because I happen to have a normal figure." 鈥淲hy do you spoil a bit of sympathetic comprehension by that last remark?鈥?he asked. Pointing to a green hardwood stump he explained, in broken English, that the squaws burned a deep hole in the centre, into which they poured the sap which they had gathered. Stones heated on the fire were then dropped into the wooden cauldron, which caused the sap to boil. This operation was repeated until it was reduced to sugar. He contracted his brows and regarded her steadily. 鈥淚鈥檓 beginning to get tired of this argument,鈥?said he. "But, mother," said Chrissy, "we cannot leave until we have done something. It is dreadful to see him suffer so." "Rather loudly, the woman said: 'Give her up, Vail. Can't you see she really doesn't love you鈥攏ever did鈥攏ever could?'"