"Ay; I keep saying it to myself, 'Hale is dead!' but it doesn't make it any the more real. Hale is dead for all that. He went to bed well, to all appearance, last night, and was quite cold this morning when my servant went to call him."
"Where? I don't understand!"
"At Oxford. He came to stay with me: hadn't been in Oxford this seventeen years--and this is the end of it."
Not one word was spoken for above a quarter of an hour. Then Mr. Thornton said:

'Ay; I keep saying it to myself, "Hale is dead!" but it doesn't make it any more real. He went to bed well, to all appearance, last night, and was quite cold this morning when my servant went to call him.'
'Where? I don't understand!'
'At Oxford. He came to stay with me.'
