Think of the trouble your papa has had this month past, and then remember the slow way in which Mr Donne moves when he is going out to canvass, and the low, drawling voice in which he questions the people who bring him intelligence.

I can see your papa standing by, ready to shake them to get out their news." "But Mr Donne's questions are always to the point, and force out the grain without the chaff.

And look at him, if any one tells him ill news about the election! Have you never seen a dull red light come into his eyes?
That is like my race-horse.

Her flesh quivered all over, at certain sounds and noises which had some meaning to her; but she stood quite still, pretty creature! Now, Mr Donne is just as eager as she was, though he may be too proud to show it.

Though he seems so gentle, I almost think he is very headstrong in following out his own will." "Well! don't call him like a horse again, for I am sure papa would not like it.