But his parched tongue may never bless again: curses, curses are all its blessings now.
And Jennings came out calmly from his chamber, a white, stern, sanctimonious man, lulling the storm with his wise presence:--"God's will be done," said he; "what can poor weak mortals answer Him ?" And he played cleverly the pious elder, the dignified official, the affectionate nephew: "Ah, well, my humble friends, behold what life is: the best of us must come to this; my poor, dear aunt, the late house-keeper, rest her soul--I feared it might be this way some night or other: she was a stout woman, was our dear, deceased Bridget--and, though a good kind soul, lived much on meat and beer: ah well, ah well!" And he concealed his sentimental hypocrisy in a cotton pocket-handkerchief.
"Alas, and well-a-day! that it should have come to this.

Apoplexy--you see, apoplexy caught her as she slept: we may as well get her buried at once: it is unfortunately too clear a case for any necessity to open the body; and our young master is coming down on Tuesday, and I could not allow my aunt's corpse to be so disrespectful as to stop till it became offensive.

I will go to the vicar myself immediately." "Begging pardon, Mr.Jennings," urged Jonathan Floyd, "there's a strange mark here about the throat, poor old 'ooman." "Ay," added Sarah, "and now I come to think of it, Mrs.Quarles's room-door was ajar; and bless me, the lawn-door's not locked neither! Who could have murdered her ?" "Murdered?
there's no murder here, silly wench," said Jennings, with a nervous sneer.
"I don't know that, Mr.Simon," gruffly interposed the coachman; "it's a case for a coroner, I'll be bail; so here I goes to bring him: let all bide as it is, fellow-sarvents; murder will out, they say." And off he set directly--not without a shrewd remark from Mr.Jennings, about letting him escape that way; which seemed all very sage and likely, till the honest man came back within the hour, and a _posse comitatus_ at his heels.
We all know the issue of that inquest.
Now, if any one requests to be informed how Jennings came to be looked for as usual in his room, after that unavailing search last night, I reply, this newer, stronger excitement for the minute made the house oblivious of that mystery; and if people further will persist to know, how that mystery of his absence was afterwards explained (though I for my part would gladly have said nothing of the bailiff's own excuse), let it be enough to hint, that Jennings winked with a knowing and gallant expression of face; alluded to his private key, and a secret return at two in the morning from some disreputable society in the neighbourhood; made the men laugh, and the women blush; and, altogether, as he might well have other hats and coats, the delicate affair was not unlikely..