You want mortal patience if you love a man,--it is like a fretful child that thumps you when your breast is bare to it.

Still, be you patient, dear, just as I am, just as I am." And Bebee would shudder as she swept the cobwebs from the garret walls,--patient as she was, she who had sat here fifty years watching for a dead man and for a wrecked ship..