"
"But about his brother, Caterine? He has not the Evil Eye, I hope?"
"Ah, miss, I could tell you something about him, too. They're a bad
graft, these Lindsays; there's Mr. Charles, and it's whispered he's
goin' to make a fool of himself and disgrace his family."
"How is that, Caterine?"
"I don't know rightly; I didn't hear the particulars; but I'll be on the
watch, and when I can I'll let you know it."
"Take no such trouble, Caterine," said Alice; "I assure you I feel no
personal interest whatsoever in any of the family except Miss Lindsay.
Leave me, Caterine, leave me; I must finish my book; but I thank you
for your good wishes. Go up, and say I desired them to give you your
dinner."
Alice soon felt herself obliged to follow; and it was, indeed, with some
difficulty she was able to reach the house. Her heart got deadly sick;
an extraordinary weakness came over her; she became alarmed, frightened,
distressed; her knees tottered under her, and she felt on reaching
the hall-door as if she were about to faint. Her imagination became
disturbed; a heavy, depressing gloom descended upon her, and darkened
her flexible and unresisting spirit, as if it were the forebodings of
some terrible calamity.
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