I wish Lady Fleetwood to do the part of hostess at Calesford.

Tell her I depute you to kiss my son for me.

Now I leave you.
Good-night.

I shan't sleep.

I remember your saying, "bad visions come under the eyelids." I shall keep mine open and read--read her father's book of the Maxims; I generally find two or three at a dip to stimulate.
No wonder she venerates him.