“I did not address myself to you, my good fellow,” said Major Clifton, looking over his head, and through the door of the cabin, watching Catherine, as she tied on her bonnet.
When Kate same out, he handed her into the gig, and nodding carelessly to the flushed, indignant Carl, drove off. When they had driven a little way—
“Catherine,” he said, “is that man your full brother?”
“Yes, sir.”
“The same father and mother?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Humph! You are not at all alike in feature. Are you very much attached to this brother, Catherine?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Humph.” He did not speak again until they had reached White Cliffs, when he handed her out, and said—“Catherine, Mrs. Georgia is greatly fatigued; I wish you to attend to her comforts, this evening—do you hear?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Kate.