"Kind men are not profitable in a house; they give where they ought to grip; and it is a sma' share o' this world you will get wi' good temper. You be to threep, and threaten for what you want, and the fires in the furnaces would soon burn low, if there was a kind, good-tempered man watching o'er them." "Now you are talking like yourself, mother. You will soon put your trouble under your feet." "Weel, I am not going to sit down on the ash-heap wi' it, as the parfect man o' Uz did--if there ever was such a man--which I am doubting; all the mair, because nobody I ever heard of could tell me in what country on the face o' the globe a place called Uz might be found. If there isna a place called Uz, it is mair than likely there never was a man called Job." "The Bible says there was." "Ay, in a parable. The Bible is aye ready to drop into a parable." "Mother, if you would try and sleep now." "I will not. I would get sick if I did. I am on watch at present, for I am not up to mark, and I will not gie sickness the fine opportunity o' sleep. If Robert comes hame reasonable, I'll have my talk out wi' him. I am not going to suffer his contradictions, not if I know it." Fortunately Robert came home early, and was in a civil and communicative mood. He said "he had been to see Sir Thomas, and had been treated in the most considerate manner." "What did he say about Christina?" asked Isabel timidly. "He would hear no wrong of her. He said she had written him a beautiful letter, a most honorable letter, a letter he would prize to his dying hour. He thought she had done right, both for herself and him. He told me she had returned all his gifts, and he had directed the jeweler to hold them for her further orders. He thinks she will be sure to call there, in order to find out if they have been given to him, and he has left a note with the jewels, begging her to keep them as a sign of their friendship, and a reminder of the pleasant hours they have spent together. A most unusual and gentlemanly way of looking at things, I must say." "Will he take a share in the works now?" asked Mrs. Campbell. "I do not know. He is going abroad as soon as he has rearranged his affairs. He said he would call on you in a few days." "He sent us some lovely flowers," said Isabel. "He is a most wasteful man." "He sent mother and me pansies in a lovely basket lined with moss; they were to say for him he would 'remember' us. And he sent Dora the same basket, filled with white hyacinths. Oh, how sweet they were!" "And what did they say?" "I looked for their meaning, and found it was 'unobtrusive loveliness.' You see Dora rarely came into the parlor, when he called." "That may be so, but he had no business to notice her absence. 'Unobtrusive' indeed, and 'loveliness.' Some men don't know when they go too far." "He meant all in kindness," said Mrs. Campbell, "and I hope he will call."