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"
Was
n't
that
good
of
him
?
"
said
my
aunt
Eliza
closed
her
eyes
and
shook
her
head
slowly
.
"
Ah
,
there
's
no
friends
like
the
old
friends
,
"
she
said
,
"
when
all
is
said
and
done
,
no
friends
that
a
body
can
trust
.
"
"
Indeed
,
that
's
true
,
"
said
my
aunt
.
"
And
I
'm
sure
now
that
he
's
gone
to
his
eternal
reward
he
wo
n't
forget
you
and
all
your
kindness
to
him
.
"
"
Ah
,
poor
James
!
"
said
Eliza
.
"
He
was
no
great
trouble
to
us
.
You
would
n't
hear
him
in
the
house
any
more
than
now
.
Still
,
I
know
he
's
gone
and
all
to
that
...
.
"
"
It
's
when
it
's
all
over
that
you
'll
miss
him
,
"
said
my
aunt
.
"
I
know
that
,
"
said
Eliza
.
"
I
wo
n't
be
bringing
him
in
his
cup
of
beef-tea
any
me
,
nor
you
,
ma'am
,
sending
him
his
snuff
.
Ah
,
poor
James
!
"
She
stopped
,
as
if
she
were
communing
with
the
past
and
then
said
shrewdly
:
"
Mind
you
,
I
noticed
there
was
something
queer
coming
over
him
latterly
.
Whenever
I
'd
bring
in
his
soup
to
him
there
I
'd
find
him
with
his
breviary
fallen
to
the
floor
,
lying
back
in
the
chair
and
his
mouth
open
.
"
She
laid
a
finger
against
her
nose
and
frowned
:
then
she
continued
:
