All the young men of this country go to China or to London,' said Hector, with the air of one who has made a new epigram, and thinks it ought to be remembered. And the girls all wait at home, I suppose said Claire with a Sigh. The statue Of Patience, my daughter,' replied her father, 'has her lips closed, her eyes fixed, her head a little on one side, and one forefinger raised. She does not talk, she does not grumble; she waits.'