His nature was large enough to appreciate the worth of my John and his mother.

As he had been willing, he said, to wed Rachel friendless, so was he now more willing to wed Rachel with friends whom he could love.

So the beloved culprit was tried and acquitted, and after many days had passed, and the poor father had been laid in the earth, a chastened Rachel was coaxed back to her lover's side, and, I have no doubt, told him her own story in her own way.
But old Mr.Hill was, to my mind, the most sensible of them all, who said to his wife: "They may say what they please, sweetheart, but, to my thinking, the lad, John, is by far the flower of the Hollingford flock!" And the fine old gentleman proved his good-will after years had passed that were then to come.

When called upon to follow his wife, who died before him, he bequeathed the Hillsbro' estate to my husband.
Rachel (he always called her Rachel) and Arthur went to live in Paris.
Jane married a great doctor of learning, and found her home in London; and Mopsie made a sweet little wife for a country squire, and stayed among the roses and milk-pans.
For John and me, our home was the farm, till fortune promoted us to the Hall.

Thither the dear mother accompanied us, and there she died in my arms.