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'And so the romance has ended well,' the clerk's corass 'But what is the truth of the story about the property?' 'Now look here, neighbour,' said Clerk Crickett, 'if so be you'll tell me what your line o' life is, and your purpose in comen here to-day, I'll tell you the truth about the wedden particulars' 'Very well--I hen you have done,' said the other ht o' the story When Miss Aldclyffe's as opened, it was found to have been drawn up on the very day that Manston (her love-child) married Miss Cytherea Graye And this is what that deep woman did Deep? she was as deep as the North Star She bequeathed all her property, real and personal, to "THE WIFE OF AENEAS MANSTON" (with one exception): failen her life to her husband: failen his life to the heirs of his head--body I would say: failen them to her absolutely and her heirs for ever: failen these to Pa'son Raunham, and so on to the end o' the huh upon the surface it appeared her whole property was for Miss Cytherea, by the word "wife" being used, and not Cytherea's name, whoever was the wife o' Manston would come in for't Wasn't that rale depth? It was done, of course, that her son AEneas, under any circumstances, should be master o' the property, without folk knowen it was her son or suspecting anything, as they would if it had been left to en straightway' 'A clever arrangeacy to her relative, Pa'son Raunham' 'And Miss Cytherea was now Manston'sand only relative, and inherited all absolutely' 'True, she did "Well," says she, "I shan't have it" (she didn't like the notion o' getten anything through Manston, naturally enough, pretty dear) She waived her right in favour o' Mr

Raunham Now, if there's a man in the world that d'care nothen about land--I don't say there is, but _if_ there is--'tis our pa'son

He's like a snail He's a-growed so to the shape o' that there rectory that 'a wouldn' think o' leaven it even in name "'Tis yours, Miss Graye," says he "No, 'tis yours," says she "'Tis'n' mine," says he The Crown had cast his eyes upon the case, thinken o' forfeiture by felony--but 'twas no such thing, and 'a gied it up, too Did you ever hear such a tale?--three people, a man and a woen an estate backwards and forwards like an apple or nut? Well, it ended in this way Mr Raunhaent and steward, and put to live in Knapwater House, close here at hand --just as if 'twas his own He does just what he'd like--Mr Raunhaht his neife, Cytherea And a settlement ha' been drawn up this very day, whereby their children, heirs, and cetrer, be to inherit after Mr Raunham's death Good fortune came at last Her brother, too, is doen well