He's laid himself down for the rest of his days....

And he'd been warned! He'd had warnings.

But there!..." Mrs.Grant contemplated with solemn gleeful satisfaction the overwhelming grandeur of the disaster that had happened to her father.
The active old man, a continual figure of the streets, had been cut off in a moment from the world and condemned for life to a mattress.

She sincerely imagined herself to be filled with proper grief; but an aesthetic appreciation of the theatrical effectiveness of the misfortune was certainly stronger in her than any other feeling.

Observing that Mrs.Lessways wept, she also drew out a handkerchief.
"I'm wishful for you to count the money," said Mrs.Grant.