I think I shall certainly write.

It is quite settled that the Grants go to Bath; they leave Mansfield on Monday.

I am glad of it.

I am not comfortable enough to be fit for anybody; but your aunt seems to feel out of luck that such an article of Mansfield news should fall to my pen instead of hers .-- Yours ever, my dearest Fanny." "I never will, no, I certainly never will wish for a letter again," was Fanny's secret declaration as she finished this.

"What do they bring but disappointment and sorrow?
Not till after Easter! How shall I bear it?
And my poor aunt talking of me every hour!" Fanny checked the tendency of these thoughts as well as she could, but she was within half a minute of starting the idea that Sir Thomas was quite unkind, both to her aunt and to herself.