gh candle, and as Emily's writing was not quite so rapid as his sealing, he amused himself in the intervals with burning his own fingers, by twisting the wax into odd shapes.
'Why do you not seal up his eyes?' inquired Reginald, with an arch glance towards his brother on the sofa.
'Do it yourself, you rogue,' was the answer, at the same time approaching with the hot sealing-wax in his hand--a demonstration which occasioned Claude to open his eyes very wide, without giving himself any further trouble about the matter.
'Eh?' said he, 'now they try to look innocent, as if no one could hear them plotting mischief.'
'Them! it was not!--Redgie there--young ladies--I appeal--was not I as innocent?'--was the very rapid, incoherent, and indistinct answer.
'After so lucid and connected a justification, no more can be said,' replied Claude, in a kind of 'leave me, leave me to repose' tone, which occasioned Lilias to say, 'I am afraid you are very tired.'
'Tired! what has he done to tire him?'