Dear, dear, shall I ever forgive myself for not doing the surname in full--his poor, poor mother! Well, I mustn't think of that--it's a merciful Providence that has led me to him now, and he's as darling and elegant a young man as ever I clapped eyes on, and as fond of the young ladies as can be even now.
"'I always felt somehow as if they were my sisters,' he said to me.
Well, well, God be praised for his mercies.".