She is some years older.' After some further conversation, Mr.Newthorpe asked: 'What is Egremont doing, then, do you suppose ?' 'I can form no idea.' 'Won't you write to him ?' 'I think not.

The poor fellow is, no doubt, going through his 'everlasting Nay,' as he used to say a few years ago; I fear it has come in earnest this time.

He will come to me when I can really be of use to him.

If I see him just now I shall have to act too much--I am bad at that.' 'Had I better try to find him ?' 'Write, if you like, and see what answer you get.' 'A gloomy business for that poor fellow in Lambeth.' 'Yes, it's hard that one can give so little thought to him.

If I speak the very truth, I still have a secret hope that she may marry him.