If prudence be the soul of valour, may it not be considered also the very mainspring, or, perhaps, the pivot of love?
DEAR EMILY, I need hardly tell you with what dismay I have heard of all that has taken place in Curzon Street.

I fear that you must have suffered much, and that you are suffering now.
It is an inexpressible relief to me to hear that you have your child with you, and Nora.

But, nevertheless, to have your home taken away from you, to be sent out of London, to be banished from all society! And for what?
The manner in which the minds of some men work is quite incomprehensible.
As for myself, I feel that I have lost the company of a friend, whom indeed I can very ill spare.

I have a thousand things to say to you, and among them one or two which I feel that I must say,--that I ought to say.
As it happens, an old schoolfellow of mine is Vicar of Cockchaffington, a village which I find by the map is very near to Nuncombe Putney.

I saw him in town last spring, and he then asked me to pay him a visit.