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"It is his , sir"

"And what have you to do with her? How do you know her?"

"Mr Reed was my uncle--my mother's brother"

"The deuce he was! You never told me that before: you always said

you had no relations"

"None that would own me, sir Mr Reed is dead, and his wife cast

me off"

"Why?"

"Because I was poor, and burdensome, and she disliked me"

"But Reed left children?--youof a Reed of Gateshead yesterday, who, he said, was one

of the veriest rascals on town; and Ingraiana Reed of the same place, as o in London"

"John Reed is dead, too, sir: he ruined himself and half-ruined his

family, and is supposed to have comht on an apoplectic attack"

"And what good can you do her? Nonsense, Jane! I would never think

of running a hundred miles to see an old lady ill, perhaps, be

dead before you reach her: besides, you say she cast you off"

"Yes, sir, but that is long ago; and when her circulect her wishes now"

"How long will you stay?"