You will be glad to hear that he has got over his prejudice against going to heaven.

It seems it was because someone told him that dogs couldn't go there, and he wouldn't desert Micawber--Peter, in other words.

Jock has put it right by telling him that the translators of the Bible probably made a slip, and Mhor now prays earnestly every night: 'Let everyone in The Rigs go to heaven,' hoping thus to smuggle in his dear companion.
"It is an extraordinary thing, but almost the very minute you left Priorsford things began to happen.
"I told you in the note I wrote the day you left that Bella Bathgate's lodger had arrived and that I had seen her, but I didn't realise then what a difference her coming would make to us.

I never knew such a friendly person; she comes in at any sort of time--after breakfast, a few minutes before luncheon, for tea, between nine and ten at night.

Did I tell you her name is Pamela Reston, and her brother, who seems to be ranging about India somewhere, is Lord Bidborough ('A lord-no-less,' as Mrs.M'Cosh would say).