"It's all over," said he, with a groan of sickening remorse.

"Look, Will, you may read it if you like." There was a little letter of a few lines, to which he pointed, which said: My papa has ordered me to return to you these presents, which you made in happier days to me; and I am to write to you for the last time.

I think, I know you feel as much as I do the blow which has come upon us.
It is I that absolve you from an engagement which is impossible in our present misery.

I am sure you had no share in it, or in the cruel suspicions of Mr.Osborne, which are the hardest of all our griefs to bear.

Farewell.Farewell.