Templeton is angry if I see the Saxinghams and the Saxinghams--my Lord, at least--is by no means so sure that I shall be Templeton's heir as not to feel a doubt lest I should some day or other sponge upon his lordship for a place.

Lord Saxingham is in the administration, you know.

Somehow or other I have an equivocal amphibious kind of place in London society, which I don't like; on one side I am a patrician connection, whom the _parvenu_ branches always incline lovingly to--and on the other side I am a half-dependent cadet, whom the noble relations look civilly shy at.

Some day, when I grow tired of travel and idleness, I shall come back and wrestle with these little difficulties, conciliate my methodistical uncle, and grapple with my noble cousin.

But now I am fit for something better than getting on in the world.