tures, and sliding his whisper from between his lips, which were as little unclosed as possible,—"Our poor friend has died well to pass in the world."
"Nae doubt," answered the person addressed, with half-closed eyes; "poor Mrs Margaret was aye careful of the gear."
"Any news to-day, Colonel Mannering?" said one of the gentlemen, whom he had dined with the day before, but in a tone which might, for its impressive gravity, have communicated the death of his whole generation.
"Nothing particular, I believe, sir," said Mannering, in the cadence which was, he observed, appropriated to the house of mourning.
"I understand," continued the first speaker, emphatically, and with the air of one who is well informed; "I understand there is a settlement"———
"And what does little Jenny Gibson get?"
