ABSTRACT
Now there were called to dinner, and the Curate was not a little surprised, at not finding Mrs Jones there. He immediately enquired after the cause of her absence, and was informed that she had caught cold the day before, and found herself so unwell 1[in the] morning, that she was obliged to 2[keep her] bed. The Curate was very sorry; but, during the meal, 3[he] tried to calm Mr Jones’s fears, and assured him, that if he would be attentive, he would certainly experience that this sickness also would lead to some good, since every thing God sends us was good, however bitter it might appear to us. Scarcely was the meal finished, when he began to prepare for his departure, and would not let himself be / detained by Mr Jones’s very pressing entreaties. Mr Jones then counted out forty pounds; but he would not take more than twenty, because, he said, more was not necessary. In taking leave, he wished once more that Mr Jones’s dear wife’s indisposition might only 4[tend to] make him better acquainted with the goodness of God.
