"Late enough, my child; the warm sun has gone down; and 'tis a good time to close one's eyes, when all without looks gray and chill: methinks it is easier to wish thee farewell, Morton, when I see thy face indistinctly. I am glad I shall not die in the daytime. Give me thy hand, my child, and tell me that thou art not angry with thine old uncle for thwarting thee in that love business. I have heard tales of the girl, too, which made me glad, for thy sake, that it is all off, though I might not tell thee of them before. 'Tis very dark, Morton. I have had a pleasant sleep. Ods fish, I do not think a bad man would have slept so well. The fire burns dim, Morton: it is very cold. Cover me up; double the counterpane over the legs, Morton. I remember once walking in the Mall; little Sid said, 'Devereux'--it is colder and colder, Morton; raise the blankets more over the back; 'Devereux,' said little Sid--faith, Morton, 'tis ice now--where art thou?--is the fire out, that I can't see thee? Remember thine old uncle, Morton--and-- and--don't forget poor--Ponto. Bless thee, my child; bless you all!" And my uncle died! CHAPTER III. A GREAT CHANGE OF PROSPECTS. I SHUT myself up in the apartments prepared for me (they were not those I had formerly occupied), and refused all participation in my solitude, till, after an interval of some days, my mother came to summon me to the opening of the will. She was more moved than I had expected. "It is a pity," said she, as we descended the stairs, "that Aubrey is not here, and that we should be so unacquainted with the exact place where he is likely to be that I fear the letter I sent him may be long delayed, or, indeed, altogether miscarry." "Is not the Abbe here?" said I, listlessly. "No!" answered my mother, "to be sure not." "He has /been/ here," said I, greatly surprised. "I certainly saw him on the day of my arrival." "Impossible!" said my mother, in evident astonishment; and seeing that, at all events, she was unacquainted with the circumstance, I said no more.