I saw that scoundrel Jones died in prison." Mr.Granger woke up at once.

Before he had been talking almost at random; the subject of his daughters did not greatly interest him.

What did interest him was this money question.

Nor was it very wonderful; the poor narrow-minded old man had thought about money till he could scarcely find room for anything else, indeed nothing else really touched him closely.

He broke into a long story of his wrongs, and, drawing a paper from his breast pocket, with shaking finger pointed out to Geoffrey how that his clerical income for the last six months had been at the rate of only forty pounds a year, upon which sum even a Welsh clergyman could not consider himself passing rich.