ABSTRACT
When Judith had gone, Bernard felt he had a duty to fulfil. His conversation with Miss Conisbrough had brought it again to his mind. It was the duty of writing to Lizzie Vane, to acquaint her with his new fortunes – and hers, for of course she was to be the partaker for the future of all his joys and sorrows. He distinctly felt it to be a duty: was it not also a pleasure? As that thought occurred to him, he started up, muttering: ‘By Jove! of course it is!’
