CHAPTER 16.
Conclusion.
And what became of every body--the every body of this simple record of six months' household history, such as might have happened in any life?
For it includes no extraordinary events, and is the history of mere ordinary people, neither better nor worse than their neighbors, making mistakes, suffering for them, retrieving them, and then struggling on, perhaps to err again.

Is not this the chronicle of all existence?
For we are none of us either bad or good, all perfect or wholly depraved, and our merits go as often unrewarded as our sins.
Whether the future career of Sir Edwin Uniacke be fair or foul, time alone can prove.

At present the chances seem in favor of the former, especially as he has done the best thing a man of fortune, or any man who earns an honest livelihood, can do--he has married early, and report says, married well.

She is an earl's daughter, not beautiful, and rather poor, but gentle, simple-minded, and good, as many a nobleman's daughter is, more so than girls of lesser degree and greater presumption.
Except sending marriage-cards, Sir Edwin has attempted no communication with Dr.and Mrs.Grey.

Nor do they wish it.