his father had been a man of integrity.  On this ten thousand, he felt sure, Plausaby, Esq., was speculating in a way that might make him rich and respected, or send him to State’s-prison, as the chance fell out, but at any rate in a way that was not promotive of the interests of those who traded with him.  Of the thousand set apart for Katy’s education Plausaby was guardian, and Kate’s education was not likely to be greatly advanced by any efforts of his to invest the money in her intellectual development.  It would not be hard to persuade the rather indolent and altogether confiding Katy that she was now old enough to cease bothering herself with the rules of syntax, and to devote herself to the happiness and comfort of Smith Westcott, who seemed, poor fellow, entirely unable to exist out of sight of her eyes, which he often complimented by singing, as he cut a double-shuffle on the piazza,

“Her eyes so bright
  Dey shine at night
When de moon am far away!”

generally adding, “Ya! ya! dat am a fack, Brudder Bones!  He! he!  By George!”

As Charlton’s thoughts forecast his sister’s future, it seemed to him darker than before.  He had little hope of changing her, for it was clear that all the household authority was against him, and that Katy was hopelessly in love.  If he should succeed in breaking the engagement, it would cost her untold suffering, and Albert was tender-hearted enough to shrink from inflicting suffering on any one, and especially on Kate.  But when that heartless “he! he!” returned to his memory, and he thought of all the consequences of such a marriage, he nerved himself for a sharp and strong interference.  It was his habit to plunge into every conflict with a radical’s recklessness, and his present impulse was to attempt to carry his point by storm.  If there had been opportunity, he would have moved on Katy’s slender reasoning faculties at once.  But as the night of sleeplessness wore on, the substratum of practical sense in his character made itself felt.  To attack the difficulty in this way was to insure a great many tears from Katy, a great quarrel with a coxcomb, a difficulty with his mother, an interference in favor of Kate’s marriage on the part of Plausaby, and a general success in precipitating what he desired to prevent.

And so for the first time this opinionated young man, who had always taken responsibility, and fought his battles alone and by the most direct methods, began to look round for a possible ally or an indirect approach.  He went over the ground several times without finding any one on whom he could depend, or any device that offered the remotest chance of success, until he happened to think of Isabel Marlay—­Cousin Isa, as Katy called her.  He remembered how much surprised he had been a few days before, when the quiet girl, whom he had thought a sort of animated sewing-machine, suddenly developed so much force of thought in her defense of the clergy.  Why not get her strong sense on his side?