Besides, Mary, seeing that he was worried, almost insisted on his departure.
"If I want you back I will send for you," she said.

"Go to your work, dear; you will be happier." So he kissed her fondly and went--as he was fated to go.
"Good-bye, my dear son," said Mr.Porson--sometimes he called him his son, now.

"I hope that I shall see you again soon, and if I don't, you will be kind to my daughter Mary, won't you?
You understand, everybody else is dead--my wife is dead, my boy is dead, and soon I shall be dead.
So naturally I think a good deal about her.

You will be kind to her, won't you?
Good-bye, my son, and don't trouble about money; there's plenty.".