Harry Fairfield had asserted, in his vehement way, while lying in his last hours at Wyvern, that the fellow with the handkerchief over his face who shot him was, he could all but swear, his old friend Tom Orange.
Tom swore that had he lived he would have prosecuted him for slander. As it is, that eccentric genius has prospered as the proprietor of a monster tavern at Melbourne, where there is comic and sentimental singing, and some dramatic buffooneries, and excellent devilled kidneys and brandy.
Marjory Trevellian lives with the family at Wyvern, and I think if kind old Lady Wyndale were still living the consolations of Alice would be nearly full.
[The End]
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES.
The three volume edition published by Tinsley Brothers (London, 1869) was referenced for many of the fixes listed below.
Minor spelling inconsistencies (e.g. Alley/Allie/Ally, tea-things/tea things, etc.) have been preserved.
Alterations to the text:
Assorted punctuation corrections.
Some images were relocated nearer the scene they depict.