be better to substitute a _curia vult avisare_ in place of a decision?
But, Anne, have you nothing to say? Is this your gratitude for all
Thomas's martyrdoms of readings of I know not what unimaginable
nonsense; and holdings of skeins of silk, more difficult to unwind
than the labyrinth through which Ariadne's thread conducted Theseus;
and pickings up of whatever your feminine carelessness chose to drop
on the carpet; and endurance of all the legions of annoyances with
which young ladies delight to harass young gentlemen? Have you no
backing for your mother and me? One word from you ought to be worth a
thousand from us old folks."

"Mr. Pownal owes me some gratitude, too, father," said Anne, "for the
patience and accomplishments I have taught him. But he surely knows
how much pleasure his presence confers on all in this house. We shall
miss him very much, shall we not, Beau?"--addressing a little spaniel
that, upon being spoken to, sat up on his hind legs to beg for
breakfast.

"I have several times endeavored to say this before," said Pownal,
somewhat piqued, and feeling a strong desire to kick the innocent
cur out of the room, "but have never been able to muster sufficient
courage. And now, if my thanks appear cold, as I am afraid they do to
Miss Bernard, I assure her it is not the fault of my heart, but of my
tongue."

"Hearts and tongues!" exclaimed the Judge. "The former belong to the
ladies' department; the latter to mine. Yet, I fancy I know something
about hearts, too; and yours, Thomas, I am sure, is adequate security
for your words."