"And I don't like to have to speak so, Amy, for I love him dearly.
He is a good, kind brother, but I do think him vain, and I think he
hardly knows the misery, the crime, to which indulged vanity may
lead him."
Helen yawned.
"Oh! do you think we may ring for tea? Sleeping after dinner makes
me so feverish."
"Yes, surely. Why should not we?" said the more energetic Sophy,
pulling the bell with some determination.
"Tea, directly, Parker," said she authoritatively, as the man
entered the room.
She was too little in the habit of reading expressions on the faces
of others to notice Parker's countenance,
Yet it was striking. It was blanched to a dead whiteness; the lips
compressed as if to keep within some tale of horror; the eyes
distended and unnatural. It was a terror-stricken face.
The girls began to put away their music and books, in preparation
for tea. The door slowly opened again, and this time it was the
nurse who entered. I call her nurse, for such had been her office
in bygone days, though now she held rather an anomalous situation in
the family.
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