CHAPTER LXXIII.
When Lady Anne was informed by her weeping daughters that their dear uncle was no more, she appeared less surprised than sorry, saying only—"Poor Henry! how acute must have been the sufferings of so limited a time! He has died much in the same way that our father did, and at the same age."
Helen and Georgiana had of late loved their uncle dearly, having experienced from him more of paternal kindness than they could recollect receiving from any other person, and, but for the affectionate attentions of Mrs. Palmer and Mrs. Margaret Hales, would have been utterly unequal to continue those duties to their mother it was their earnest desire to pay. In the course of the night, she was found to be busily calculating the expence of Lord Rotheles's funeral, and detailing every particular of mutes, escutcheons, banner-men, feathers,
