wnstairs by a message that some one wanted me in Mrs。 Fairfax’s room。 On repairing thither； I found a man waiting for me； having the appearance of a gentleman’s servant： he was dressed in deep mourning； and the hat he held in his hand was surrounded with a crape band。
“I daresay you hardly remember me； Miss；” he said； rising as I entered； “but my name is Leaven： I lived coachman with Mrs。 Reed when you were at Gateshead； eight or nine years since； and I live there still。”
“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