"Good people, how they wrangle!

The manners that they never mend,

The characters they mangle!

They eat and drink, and scheme and plod,

And go to church on Sunday;

And many are afraid of God,

And some of Mrs. Grundy."

During that same hour Joris was in the town council. There had been a

stormy and prolonged session on the Quartering Act. "To little purpose

have we compelled the revocation of the Stamp Act," he cried, "if the

Quartering Act upon us is to be forced. We want not English soldiers

here. In our homes why should we quarter them?"

All the way home he was asking himself the question; and, when he found

Dominie Van Linden talking to Lysbet, he gladly discussed it over again

with him. Lysbet sat beside them, knitting and listening. Until after

nine o'clock Joris did not notice the absence of his daughter. "She

went to Joanna's," said Lysbet calmly. No fear had yet entered her

heart. Perhaps she had a vague suspicion that Katherine might also go to

Mrs. Gordon's, and she was inclined to avoid any notice of the lateness

of the hour. If it were even ten o'clock when she returned, Lysbet

intended to make no remarks. But ten o'clock came, and the dominie went,

and Joris suddenly became anxious about Katherine.

His first anger fell upon Bram. "He ought to have been at home. Then he

could have gone for his sister. He is not attentive enough to Katherine;

and very fond is he of hanging about Miriam Cohen's doorstep."

"What say you, Joris, about Miriam Cohen?"

"I spoke in my temper."

He would not explain his words, and Lysbet would not worry him about

Katherine. "To Joanna's she went, and Batavius is in Boston. Very well,

then, she has stayed with her sister."

Still, in her own heart there was a certain uneasiness. Katherine had

never remained all night before without sending some message, or on a

previous understanding to that effect. But the absence of Batavius, and

the late hour at which she went, might account for the omission,

especially as Lysbet remembered that Joanna's servant had been sick, and

might be unfit to come. She was determined to excuse Katherine, and she

refused to acknowledge the dumb doubt and fear that crouched at her own

heart.

In the morning Joris rose very early and went into the garden. Generally

this service to nature calmed and cheered him; but he came to breakfast

from it, silent and cross. And Lysbet was still disinclined to open a

conversation about Katharine. She had enough to do to combat her own

feeling on the subject; and she was sensible that Joris, in the absence

of any definite object for his anger, blamed her for permitting

Katherine so much liberty.




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