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It gives me very great pleasure to learn that she is now better. I shall write you again on Sunday, having always much to say to you Adieu. Philadelphia, 13th January, 1794. Your letter of the 9th, my dear Theo., was a most agreeable surprise to me. I had not dared even to hope for one until to-morrow. In one instance, at least, an attempt to please me has not been "unsuccessful."
"He has a good heart, and is pained at his friends' desertion of him. Sure there is no harm in that?" "I would have too much spirit to show I was hurt, though," cries Hetty, clenching her little fists. "And I would smile, though that horrible old painted woman boxed my ears. She is horrible, mamma. You think so yourself, Theo! Own, now, you think so yourself!
Hetty said George was so shy, that perhaps it would be better for all parties if some other person had read the play. Theo, on the contrary, cried out: "Read it, indeed! Who can read a poem better than the author who feels it in his heart? And George had his whole heart in the piece!" Mr.
Longstaffe ruefully, but perhaps his judgment did not lean to Theo's side. "And why should not they live at the Warren?" she asked. "It is not a fine house, but it is a good house, and with the improvements Theo is making " "My dear lady, to me the Warren is a delightful little place, or at least it could be made delightful. But Markland Markland is a very different matter.
It might be right to send for the doctor, who is an official whose presence is essential at the last act of life; but what was the good of sending a man on horseback into Highcombe, on the chance of the telegraph office being still open? Of course it was not open; and if it had been, Theo could not possibly leave Oxford till next morning.
What she was going to do she did not know, but she was not going to marry Théo, and she would never again come to Golden Square. "No, thanks," she said gently, "I want to see your husband, so as you think he is there, I will rush up to Chelsea. You look tired petite mère." Félicité smiled. "I am. I have been turning out our room and re-hanging all the pictures. But I like doing it.
"But you know Lord Markland was no relation," added Minnie, too conscientious to take to herself the credit of a grief which was not hers. "It was not as if we felt it in that way." "It was a dreadful thing to happen in one's house, all the same. And Theo, I hear, goes a great deal to Markland. Oh, it is quite natural. He had so much to do for her from the first.
But human nature is, for the most part, made up of Alicks as well as Geoffs of boys who wilfully choose to do wrong and to stray from duty. Like the genuine wheat and the tares, all must grow together side by side in the meantime. 'I didn't intend to preach, Alick, rejoined Theo gently.
"Can't catch me that way," thought Carrots to himself, as he answered carelessly, "Oh anywheres 't I happen ter find myself when I'm sleepy." "No reg'lar place no home?" questioned Theo. "Nope." "Well, I've paid rent up to the end of the month for the room I've been sleepin' in, an' I shan't use it any more. You can sleep there for nothin' for the next week if you like."
The only thing for Chatty to do is to drop it altogether, to receive no more letters, to cut the whole concern. It is a disreputable business altogether. It is better she should never marry at all than marry in that way." "I feel sure, Theo, that except in this way she will never marry at all if you think that matters." "If I think that matters!
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