I expect to turn up at the Abbey in a fortnight's time or so." "Quite in his best style," reflected Morris to himself.

"'Remits all debts and obligations that may be due to his estate by the said Richard Monk.' I should be surprised if they don't amount to a good lot.

No wonder my father is going to return via Paris; he must feel quite rich again." Then he sat down to write to Mary.
Under the pressure of this sudden blow--for the fact that Mr.Porson had been for some time in failing health, and the knowledge that his life might terminate at any time, did not seem to make it less sudden--a cloud of depression settled on the Abbey household.

Before dinner Morris visited Mr.Fregelius, and told him of what had happened; whereon that pious and kindly, but somewhat inefficient man, bestowed upon him a well-meant lecture of consolation.

Appreciating his motives, Morris thanked him sincerely, and was rising to depart, when the clergyman added: "It is most grievous to me, Mr.Monk, that in these sad hours of mourning you should be forced to occupy your mind with the details of an hospitality which has been forced upon you by circumstances.