Since then the Squire had led a more retired life; he still went down to smoke his pipe at the inn parlor, but he gave up his visits to town; and cock fights, and even bull baiting, were no longer attractions to him.

He was known as a good landlord to the three or four farmers who held land under him; was respected and liked in the village, where he was always ready to assist in cases of real distress; was of an easygoing disposition and on good terms with all his neighbors.
But today he was unusually disturbed in his mind.

A messenger had ridden up two hours before with a letter from London.

It was as follows: "MY DEAR BROTHER JOHN: "You will be surprised indeed at this letter from me, who, doubtless, you suppose to be fighting in India.

I have done with fighting, and am nearly done with life.