At last he determined to take no notice of the lawyers’ letter, and himself to write to Miss Thoroughbung, telling her that the objects which they proposed to themselves by marriage were not compatible, and that therefore their matrimonial intentions must be allowed to subside.  He thought it well over, and felt assured that very much of the success of such a measure must depend upon the wording of the letter.  There need be no immediate haste.  Miss Thoroughbung would not come to Buston again quite at once to disturb him by a farther visit.  Before she would come he would have flown to Italy.  The letter must be courteous, and somewhat tender, but it must be absolutely decisive.  There must be no loop-hole left by which she could again entangle him, no crevice by which she could creep into Buston.  The letter should be a work of time.  He would give himself a week or ten days for composing it.  And then, when it should have been sent, he would be off to Italy.

But before he could allow himself to go upon his travels he must settle the question about his nephew, which now lay heavy upon his conscience.  He did feel that he had ill treated the young man.  He had been so told in very strong language by Mr. Scarborough of Tretton, and Mr. Scarborough of Tretton was a man of very large property, and much talked about in the world.  Very wonderful things were said about Mr. Scarborough, but they all tended to make Mr. Prosper believe that he was a man of distinction.  And he had also heard lately about Mr. Scarborough’s younger son,—­or, indeed, his only son, according to the new way of speaking of him,—­tidings which were not much in that young man’s favor.  It was from Augustus Scarborough that he had heard those evil stories about his own nephew.  Therefore his belief was shaken; and it was by no means clear to him that there could be any other heir for their property.

Miss Thoroughbung had proved herself to be altogether unfit for the high honor he had intended her.  Miss Puffle had gone off with Farmer Tazlehurst’s son.  Mr. Prosper did not think that he had energy enough to look for a third lady who might be fit at all points to become his wife.  And now another evil had been added to all these.  His nephew had declared his purpose of emigrating to the United States and becoming an American.  It might be true that he should be driven to do so by absolute want.  He, Mr. Prosper, had stopped his allowance, and had done so after deterring him from following any profession by which he might have earned his bread.  He had looked into the law, and, as far as he could understand it, Buston must become the property of his nephew, even though his nephew should become an American citizen.  His conscience pricked him sorely as he thought of the evil which might thus accrue, and of the disgrace which would be attached to his own name.  He therefore wrote the following letter to his nephew, and sent it across to the parsonage, done up in a large envelope, and sealed carefully with the Buston arms.  And on the corner of the envelope “Peter Prosper” was written very legibly: