I had left a certain house about an hour and a half: there was trouble in that house, but only of a pecuniary kind.

To tell the truth, I came back with some money for them, or rather, I should say, with the promise of it.

I found the wife in a swoon: and, upstairs, her husband lay dead by his own hand." "Oh, my poor godpapa!" cried Grace, flinging her arm tenderly round his neck.
"Ay, my child, and the trouble did not end there.

Insult followed; ingratitude; and a family feud, which is not healed yet, and never will be--till she and her brat come on their knees to me." Mr.Raby had no sooner uttered these last words with great heat, than he was angry with himself.

"Ah!" said he, "the older a man gets, the weaker.