The urn had been sent down, with strict injunctions to keep the water boiling, and all was cleared away.

Mrs Sullivan fidgeted and ruminated, and became uneasy.

He never had been at variance for so many hours since their marriage, and all for nothing! At last the clock struck ten, and she rang the bell.--"Where is Mr Sullivan ?"--"In the counting-house."-- "Tell him that I wish to speak with him." Mr Sullivan had not answered him, and the door was locked inside.
This intelligence created a little irritation, and checked the tide of affection.

"Before all the servants--so inconsiderate--it was quite insulting!" With a heavy heart, Mrs Sullivan lighted the chamber candle, and went upstairs to bed.

Once she turned down the stairs two or three steps, intending to go to the counting-house door; but her pride restrained her, and she reascended.