What is there left to write about? Nothing is left--but to say good-by (very sorrowfully on the writer’s part) to the Persons of the Story. Good-by to Miss Pink--who will regret to her dying day that Isabel’s answer to Hardyman was No. Good-by to Lady Lydiard--who differs with Miss Pink, and would have regretted it, to _her_ dying day, if the answer had been Yes. Good-by to Moody and Isabel--whose history has closed with the closing of the clergyman’s book on their wedding-day. Good-by to Hardyman--who has sold his farm and his horses, and has begun a new life among the famous fast trotters of America. Good-by to Old Sharon--who, a martyr to his promise, brushed his hair and washed his face in honor of Moody’s marriage; and catching a severe cold as the necessary consequence, declared, in the intervals of sneezing, that he would “never do it again.” And last, not least, good-by to Tommie? No. The writer gave Tommie his dinner not half an hour since, and is too fond of him to say good-by. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of My Lady’s Money, by Wilkie Collins