Sir William, whose greatest leasure was in doing good, now looked round with a countenance open as the sun, and saw nothing but joy in the looks of all except that of my daughter Sophia, who, for some reasons we could not comprehend, did not seem perfectly satisfied.

'I think now,' cried he, with a smile, 'that all the company, except one or two, seem perfectly happy.

There only remains an act of justice for me to do.

You are sensible, Sir,' continued he, turning to me, 'of the obligations we both owe Mr Jenkinson.

And it is but just we should both reward him for it.