158/164 He was never a very affectionate brother, you know, but now they cannot get him away from Carmel's door. He sits or stands all day just outside the threshold and casts jealous and beseeching looks at those who are allowed to enter. I tried to get him to come down and see me, but he wouldn't leave his post." "Doesn't he grieve for Adelaide? His duty is to the living, he says; at least, his anxiety is there. He starts at every cry Carmel utters." "She--cries out--then ?" "Very often. |