"You say he never strikes a blow." "Well, men have a more commanding way, you know; it is easier for them; besides, if you ever looked full in his eye, it's peculiar,--that eye,--and if he speaks decidedly, there's a kind of flash.

I'm afraid of it, myself; and the servants know they must mind.

I couldn't do as much by a regular storm and scolding as St.Clare can by one turn of his eye, if once he is in earnest.

O, there's no trouble about St.Clare; that's the reason he's no more feeling for me.

But you'll find, when you come to manage, that there's no getting along without severity,--they are so bad, so deceitful, so lazy." "The old tune," said St.Clare, sauntering in.