"So, my dear, we thought as we were driving in this direction we would see how you were getting on; and by great good fortune, or rather as I should say (Jasper, do not hang your head so; it looks so deceitful) by the will of Heaven (and Heaven's will be done, you know, my dear, which must be a great comfort to you in your sore affliction), as Cyrus was driving into Cadgwith yesterday--were you not, Cyrus ?" _My Uncle_.

"To be sure, my dear." _My Aunt_.

"Well, as I was saying, as Cyrus was driving into Cadgwith yesterday to see Martha George's husband, who was run over by the Helston coach, and she such a regular attendant at the Prayer-meeting, but in the midst of life (Jasper, don't fidget)--well, whom should he see but Jane Ann Collins, with the finest pair of ducks, too, and costing a mere nothing.
Cyrus will bear me out." _My Uncle_.

"Nothing at all, my dear.

Jasper, come here and talk to me.