"Worse and worse," exclaimed Frank, with such severity, I was almost frightened. "For one situated as she is, with regard to wealth, to conduct herself in such a manner toward a gentleman of his worth and education is really unpardonable. It would sting him to the quick; and I respect him all the more for the course he has pursued. If she were poor and friendless, it would not be half so censurable. But for her to take advantage of her station to insult him--pshaw--I cannot bear to think of it." "Oh, Frank! don't speak in such a severe tone. I was wrong to say what I did." "Well," said he, hastily withdrawing his hand from mine, "I wish, she were as ready to acknowledge her faults as you are." "But it may be all my suspicion. I may not have understood her aright." "What did she say?" I replied reluctantly, for he was already much excited. "She did not say so in words. Only I received the impression, that she had given him to understand, she was astonished, he should presume to think, she would be the wife of a poor country clergyman." "Cora," exclaimed Frank, starting up and walking across the room.--I burst into tears. I had never before seen him so excited; and I had no idea, he could look, or speak, so severely. It makes me almost cry even now to think of it. Frank just now says, "my love, you've exceeded your time;" so good night, dear mother. _Wednesday, June 17th._ My husband told me last night that a packet was advertised to sail for Liverpool, and that probably it would need ballast, and therefore it would be a good opportunity for me to send my journal. It amuses him that I find so much to write about. He little imagines how much I write respecting him, my lord and master. He has never asked to see it; he has too much delicacy to do that. Emily had a comfortable night; and mother slept quite well, and feels refreshed. I asked Frank, if Cæsar would be at liberty to take me to ride this morning. "Certainly," he replied, "I hope you will call upon him whenever you wish. He will be proud to drive you." So I dressed my little miss in her best suit, and having taken her in for a morning call upon aunt Emily, we started off in the cool of the day. I wanted to return before the time for Pauline's "_siesta_." As we drove down the hill, I asked Cæsar if he knew where Caroline Leighton lived. "Oh, yes Missus! I goes dere berry often for Mass'r Frank." "And do you know where Mr. Lewis lives?" "De man what's dying wid consumption?" "Yes." "Well den, I knows dat too. Where you go first, Missus?" "To see Caroline." As we rode on, I asked, "Can you spare the time from your work to wait for me, and let Pauline sit in the carriage? I don't like to be in a hurry when a person is sick." Good Cæsar's face fairly shone as if freshly anointed; and he replied, "I 'spects so, Missus. Mass'r Frank told me, allus leave ebery ting, when young Missus wants to go. Mass'r Frank sets mighty store by young Missus."