Will that serve you, husband ?" I could not help looking at Miss Thornton.

She sat silently staring at him through it all, with her hands clasped together, beating them upon her knee.

Now, when all was quiet, and Mrs.Buckley and Mary had run off to the kitchen to order the Doctor some supper, he seemed to see her for the first time, and bowed profoundly.

She rose, and, looking at him intently, sat down again.
The Doctor had eaten his supper, and Mrs.Buckley had made him something to drink with her own hands; the Doctor had lit his pipe, and we had gathered round the empty fire-place, when the Major said,-- "Now, Doctor, do tell us your adventures, and how you have managed to drop upon us from the skies on Christmas-day." "Soon told, my friend," he answered.

"See here.