Really, I don't think he ought to have been let off so easily." "Oh, poor old Godfrey! What could he do?
He was sorry as man could be, and he gave me all the cash he could scrape together--" "I'm glad he wasn't a friend of mine," said Mrs.Warburton.

"In all my life, I have never quarrelled with a friend, but I'm afraid I must have fallen out with Mr.Sherwood.Think of the women who entrust their all to men of that kind, and have no strong son to save them from the consequences." After the mid-day meal all sat together for an hour or two in the garden.

By an evening train, Will returned to London.

Jane had promised to let him have frequent news, and during the ensuing week she wrote twice with very favourable accounts of their mother's condition.

A month went by without any disquieting report, then came a letter in Mrs.Warburton's own hand.
"My dear Will," she wrote, "I can't keep secrets as long as you.