Last of all of them came Bunce, and with sorrowful mien and slow step got into his accustomed seat near the fire-place.
When they were all in their places, Mr Harding rose to address them; and then finding himself not quite at home on his legs, he sat down again.

"My dear old friends," said he, "you all know that I am going to leave you." There was a sort of murmur ran round the room, intended, perhaps, to express regret at his departure; but it was but a murmur, and might have meant that or anything else.
"There has been lately some misunderstanding between us.

You have thought, I believe, that you did not get all that you were entitled to, and that the funds of the hospital have not been properly disposed of.

As for me, I cannot say what should be the disposition of these moneys, or how they should be managed, and I have therefore thought it best to go." "We never wanted to drive your reverence out of it," said Handy.
"No, indeed, your reverence," said Skulpit.

"We never thought it would come to this.