I leave my mother, and am lectured by my uncle Peter – I set out for the Priory, and meet with an old friend, who gives me some important information respecting others whom I had known, and induces me to change my intentions with respect to Adela.

If ever by any chance it happened, that the stream of my mother’s eloquence, was broken in upon by interruptions from others, she never failed to indemnify herself for the annoyance, by returning to the self-same subject over and over again. Such being her custom, as I had rashly interfered with her eulogium on Mr. Mason, she revenged herself, by recounting every tolerable action he had performed, and every pious speech he had uttered, in the course of his – according to my mother – saint-like career. She of course finished, in conformity with the established custom, by declaring, that he must be in the enjoyment of unutterable bliss; and then she shed tears of real anguish, so she said, on account of that mournful event, his death, which had been the means of introducing him to it.