The jailer who brought his breakfast the next morning said, "You look tired." He smiled and said to himself, "I would have gone to death for her sweet sake! This will be easy to bear." When that same morning dawned Mr.Forster was all impatience for his newspaper.

Twice he rang the bell and asked if it had come, and when the servant brought it up he looked at it eagerly.
"Give it to me quickly," he said.

Then he opened it, and was soon engrossed in the contents.

Suddenly he flung it down, and almost stamped upon it in his rage.
"I knew it would be so! Now it will be blazoned all over England! What can have possessed him ?" The paragraph that excited his attention and anger ran as follows: "We are informed on good authority that the John Smith tried yesterday on the charge of stealing a watch is no less a person than Basil Carruthers, Esquire, the owner of Ulverston Priory, and head of one of the oldest families in England." "What can I do ?" cried Mr.Forster; "it will break his mother's heart; she can never forget it.

He is ruined for life.