wrong, but never Lizzie’s self; because when things were at the worst I trusted her, had perfect confidence in her, and tried to persuade her to come to me for a refuge. I am very sorry to have done a man wrong, particularly when it can’t be undone. Be kind enough to let Lizzie know what I say; not forgetting that if she will come to the Porters, after all, bygones being bygones, she will find a home at the Porters, and a friend at the Porters. She knows Miss Abbey of old, remind her, and she knows what-like the home, and what-like the friend, is likely to turn out. I am generally short and sweet—or short and sour, according as it may be and as opinions vary—” remarked Miss Abbey, “and that’s about all I have got to say, and enough too.”
But before the shrub and water was sipped out, Miss Abbey bethought herself that she would like to keep a copy of the paper by her. “It’s not long, sir,” said she to Riah, “and perhaps you wouldn’t mind just jotting it down.” The old man willingly put on his spectacles, and, standing at the little desk in