heart like a hearth-stone, you have! To threaten me, and only
because a button--a button--"


"I was conscious of no more than this," says Caudle; "for here nature
relieved me with a sweet, deep sleep."



LECTURE XI--MRS. CAUDLE SUGGESTS THAT HER DEAR MOTHER SHOULD "COME
AND LIVE WITH THEM."



"Is your cold better to-night, Caudle? Yes; I thought it was.
'Twill be quite well to-morrow, I dare say. There's a love! You
don't take care enough of yourself, Caudle, you don't. And you
ought, I'm sure, if only for my sake. For whatever I should do, if
anything was to happen to you--but I think of it; no, I can't bear to
think OF THAT. Still, you ought to take care of yourself; for you
know you're not strong, Caudle; you know you're not.

"Wasn't dear mother so happy with us to-night? Now, you needn't go
to sleep so suddenly. I say, wasn't she so happy?

"YOU DON'T KNOW?

"How can you say you don't know? You must have seen it. But she is
always happier here than anywhere else. Ha! what a temper that dear
soul has! I call it a temper of satin; it is so smooth, so easy, and