Let me tell ye, ye won't find many on 'em so well looked to as she be--my Luce! Well, Mr.Fev'rel, it's you, or it's her--one of ye must be out o' the way.

So we're told.

And Luce--I do believe she's just as anxious about yer education as yer father she says she'll go, and wouldn't write, and'd break it off for the sake o' your education.

And she've kep' her word, haven't she ?--She's a true'n.

What she says she'll do!--True blue she be, my Luce! So now, sir, you do the same, and I'll thank ye." Any one who has tossed a sheet of paper into the fire, and seen it gradually brown with heat, and strike to flame, may conceive the mind of the lover as he listened to this speech.
His anger did not evaporate in words, but condensed and sank deep.