I sometimes think I shall never get better, so I wish to ask your pardon for what I said the night before I was taken ill.

I am afraid my anger made mischief between you and Ellinor, but I think you will forgive a dying man.

If you will come back and let all be as it used to be, I will make any apology you may require.

If I go, she will be so very friendless; and I have looked to you to care for her ever since you first--" Then came some illegible and incoherent writing, ending with, "From my deathbed I adjure you to stand her friend; I will beg pardon on my knees for anything--" And there strength had failed; the paper and pencil had been laid aside to be resumed at some time when the brain was clearer, the hand stronger.
Ellinor kissed the letter, reverently folded it up, and laid it among her sacred treasures, by her mother's half-finished sewing, and a little curl of her baby sister's golden hair.
Mr.Johnson, who had been one of the trustees for Mrs.Wilkins's marriage settlement, a respectable solicitor in the county town, and Mr.Ness, had been appointed executors of his will, and guardians to Ellinor.

The will itself had been made several years before, when he imagined himself the possessor of a handsome fortune, the bulk of which he bequeathed to his only child.