I should
expect to see one of the pyramids of Egypt come down as soon
as either of 'em. Lonesome? I _never_ saw him look lonesome."

"He has a trick of not shewing what he feels then," said his
sister. "I've seen him times when I know he _felt_ lonesome, --
though as you say, I can't say he shewed it. He's a strong
build of a man, too, George."

"Like body, like mind," said her brother. "Yes. I like to see
a man all of a piece. But his brother has a finer figure."

"Do you think so?" said Mrs. Nettley. "That's for a painter.
Now I like Winthrop's the best."

"That's for a woman," said Mr. Inchbald laughing. "You always
like what you love."

"Well, what do you suppose he finds to keep him out so much of
the time?"

"I don't know," said Mr. Inchbald, -- "and I daren't ask him. I
doubt some poor friends of his know."

"Why do you?"

"I can't tell you why; -- something -- the least trifle, once or
twice, has given me the idea."

"He's a Christian to look at!" said Mrs. Nettley, busying
herself round her stove and speaking in rather an undertone.
"He's worse than a sermon to me, many times."

Her brother turned slowly and went out, thereby confessing,
his sister thought, that Winthrop had been as bad as a sermon
to him.

As he went out he saw a girl just mounting the stairs.

"Is Mr. Landholm in?" she said putting her head over the
balusters.

"I don't know, my girl -- I think he may be."

"I'll know before long," she rejoined, taking the stairs at a
rate that shewed she meant what she said. Like no client at
law that ever sought his lawyer's chambers, on any errand.
Before Mr. Inchbald had reached the first landing, she was
posted before the desired door, and had tapped there with very
alert fingers. Winthrop opened the door.

"Clam!" -- said he. -- "Come in."

"Mr. Winthrop," said Clam, coming in as slowly as she had
mounted the stairs fast, and speaking with unusual
deliberation, and not in the least out of breath, -- "don't you
want to help the distressed?"

"What's the matter, Clam?"

"Why Mr. Haye's took, and Miss 'Lizabeth's all alone with him;
and she's a little too good to be let die of fright and worry,
if she ain't perfect. Few people are."

"All alone!"

"She's keeping house with him all alone this minute."

"What do you mean by all alone?"

"When there ain't but two people in the house and one o'
them's deathly sick."

"Where are the servants? and Mrs. Haye?"

"They was all