Awaiting your reply, "Believe me to be, dear sir, "Your very obedient servant, "FRANCIS VARNEY.
"To Henry Bannerworth, Esq." Henry, after having read this most unobjectionable letter through, folded it up again, and placed it in his pocket.

Clasping his hands, then, behind his back, a favourite attitude of his when he was in deep contemplation, he paced to and fro in the garden for some time in deep thought.
"How strange," he muttered.

"It seems that every circumstance combines to induce me to leave my old ancestral home.

It appears as if everything now that happened had that direct tendency.

What can be the meaning of all this?
'Tis very strange--amazingly strange.