“Rebecca,” said Caroline admonishingly, keeping her mouth stiff and swallowing determinately.
“I never heard him speak a cross word, unless he spoke cross to Henry that last night. I don’t know, but he did from what Rebecca overheard,” said Emma.
“Not so much cross as sort of soft, and sweet, and aggravating,” sniffled Rebecca.
“He never raised his voice,” said Caroline; “but he had his way.”
“He had a right to in this case.”
“Yes, he did.”
“He had as much of a right here as Henry,” sobbed Rebecca, “and now he’s gone, and he will never be in this home that poor father left him and the rest of us again.”
“What do you really think ailed Edward?” asked Emma in hardly more than a whisper. She did not look at her sister.
Caroline sat down in a nearby armchair, and clutched the arms convulsively until her thin knuckles whitened.
“I told you,” said she.