But to be yoked to a creature of impulses! Really I could only describe his erratic nature by commending you to the study of a dragon-fly.

It would map you an idea of what he has been in the twenty-four hours since we had him here.

They tell me a vain sort of person is the cause.

Can she be the cause of his resolving to have a residence here, to buy up half the valley--erecting a royal palace--and marking out the site--raving about it in the wildest language, poetical if it had been a little reasonable--and then, after a night, suddenly, unaccountably, hating the place, and being under the necessity of flying from it in hot haste, tearing us all away, as if we were attached to a kite that will neither mount nor fall, but rushes about headlong.

Has he heard, or suspected?
or seen certain boxes bearing a name?
Livia has no suspicion, though she thinks me wonderfully contented in so dull a place, where it has rained nine days in a fortnight.