And when her sister left this earthly scene--a humble, pious, long-repentant Christian--Mrs.Vane wore mourning for her, and sorrowed over her; but not as those who cannot hope to meet again.
***** My story as a work of art--good, bad or indifferent--ends with that last sentence.

If a reader accompanies me further, I shall feel flattered, and he does so at his own risk.
My reader knows that all this befell long ago.

That Woffington is gay, and Triplet sad, no more.

That Mabel's, and all the bright eyes of that day, have long been dim, and all its cunning voices hushed.

Judge then whether I am one of those happy story-tellers who can end with a wedding.