She then presumed that he was still in the sulks, and had sat down to table without her, and therefore, as he would not come--why, she went; but he was not at the table.

Every minute she expected him:--Had he been told ?--Where was he ?--He was in the counting-house, was the reply.

Mrs Sullivan swallowed a few mouthfuls, and then returned upstairs.

Tea was made--announced to Mr Sullivan, yet he came not.

It remained on the table; the cup poured out for him was cold.