He isn't Admiral Denner's great-grandson for nothing.

Yes, Arabella Forsythe has talked about her soul, and made arrangements for her funeral, every day for a week.

That's where her father's money made in buttons crops out!" "But aunt Deely," Helen said, "isn't there any hope for Mr.Denner?
Ashurst wouldn't be Ashurst without Mr.Denner!" "No, not a bit," Mrs.Dale answered promptly.

"I suppose you'll go and see him this morning, brother, and tell him ?" "Yes," replied Dr.Howe, sighing, "I suppose I must, but it does seem unnecessary to disturb him." "He won't be disturbed," said Mrs.Dale stoutly; "he isn't that kind.
There, now," she added, as Dr.Howe took up his hat and stick and went gloomily out into the sunshine, "I shouldn't wonder if your father left it to Gifford to break it to him, after all.

It is curious how Archibald shrinks from it, and he a clergyman! I could do it, easily.