"Oh，Robert! how do you do? I remember you very well: you used to give me a ride sometimes on Miss Georgiana"s bay pony. And how is Bessie? You are married to Bessie?"

"Yes，Miss: my wife is very hearty，thank you; she brought me another little one about two months since- we have three now- and both mother and child are thriving."

"And are the family well at the house，Robert?"

"I am sorry I can"t give you better news of them，Miss: they are very badly at present- in great trouble."

"I hope no one is dead," I said，glancing at his black dress. He too looked down at the crape round his hat and replied-

"Mr. John died yesterday was a week，at his chambers in London."

"Mr. John?"

"Yes."

"And how does his mother bear it?"

"Why，you see，Miss Eyre，it is not a mon mishap: his life has been very wild: these last three years he gave himself up to strange ways，and his death was shocking."

"I heard from Bessie he was not doing well."

"Doing well! He could not do worse: he ruined his health and his estate amongst the worst men and the worst women. He got into debt and into jail: his mother helped him out twice，but as soon as he was free he returned to his old panions and habits. His head was not strong: the knaves he lived amongst fooled him beyond anything I ever heard.

He came down to Gateshead about three weeks ago and wanted missis to give up all to him. Missis refused: her means have long been much reduced by his extravagance; so he went back again，and the next news was that he was dead. How he died，God knows!- they say he killed himself."

I was silent: the tidings were frightful. Robert Leaven resumed-