I was glad to be released from their society by the appearance of Gus and Mr.Smithers.

Both wore very long faces.

They were ushered into my room, and, without any orders of mine, a bottle of wine and biscuits were brought in by Mr.Aminadab; which I really thought was very kind of him.
"Drink a glass of wine, Mr.Titmarsh," says Smithers, "and read this letter.

A pretty note was that which you sent to your aunt this morning, and here you have an answer to it." I drank the wine, and trembled rather as I read as follows:-- "Sir,--If, because you knew I had desined to leave you my proparty, you wished to murdar me, and so stepp into it, you are dissapointed.
Your _villiany_ and _ingratitude would_ have murdard me, had I not, by Heaven's grace, been inabled to look for consalation _elsewhere_.
"For nearly a year I have been a _martar_ to you.

I gave up everything,--my happy home in the country, where all respected the name of Hoggarty; my valuble furnitur and wines; my plate, glass, and crockry; I brought all--all to make your home happy and rispectable.