But I may have some little trouble with my people here.

She must not alarm herself." No, the mother never did.

She wasted no time in puerile apprehensions--it was not her nature; she had the rare feminine virtue of never "fidgetting"-- at least, externally.

What was to be borne--she bore: what was to be done--she did; but she rarely made any "fuss" about either her doings or her sufferings.
To-night, she heard all my explanation; understood it, I think, more clearly than I did--probably from being better acquainted with her husband's plans and fears.

She saw at once the position in which he was placed; a grave one, to judge by her countenance.
"Then you think John is right ?" "Of course I do." I had not meant it as a question, or even a doubt.