my newspaper sent me to Ireland and, when I returned, I later found a note from my wife saying she and Marian and little Walter had gone to Limmeridge House. She begged me to follow as soon as possible. Very surprised, I caught the next train. When I got there, Marian and Laura told me Mr Fairlie was dead and that Mr Kyrle had advised them to go to Limmeridge House. Laura came close to me and I half realized some great change was happening in our lives Do you know who this is, Walter?' Marian asked, holding up my little son, with tears of happiness in her eyes. "This is the boy who will one day inherit Limmeridge House. So she spoke. In writing those last words, I have written everything Marian was the friend of our lives let Marian good end our story