He used to spend all the mornings in the fens, though he must have been but a poor shot, for he seldom brought home anything; and we fear, Sir, that he was rather out of his mind, for he used to go out alone at night, and stay sometimes till morning.

However, he was quite quiet, and behaved to us like a gentleman; so it was no business of ours, only my husband does think--" "Pray," interrupted I, "why did he leave you so suddenly ?" "Lord, Sir, I don't know! but he told us for several days past that he should not stay over the week, and so we were not surprised when he left us this morning at seven o'clock.

Poor gentleman, my heart bled for him when I saw him look so pale and ill." And here I did see the good woman's eyes fill with tears: but she wiped them away, and took advantage of the additional persuasion they gave to her natural whine to say, "If, Sir, you know of any young gentleman who likes fen-shooting, and wants a nice, pretty, quiet apartment--" "I will certainly recommend this," said I.
"You see it at present," rejoined the landlady, "quite in a litter like: but it is really a sweet place in summer." "Charming," said I, with a cold shiver, hurrying down the stairs, with a pain in my ear, and the rheumatism in my shoulder.
"And this," thought I, "was Glanville's residence for nearly a month! I wonder he did not exhale into a vapour, or moisten into a green damp." I went home by the churchyard.

I paused on the spot where I had last seen him.

A small gravestone rose over the mound of earth on which he had thrown himself; it was perfectly simple.