I cannot conclude without thanking you from my heart for your noble kindness to young Ardworth.

He is so full of ardour and spirit that I remember, poor lad, when I left him, as I thought, hard at work on that well-known problem of Euclid vulgarly called the Asses' Bridge,--I found him describing a figure of 8 on the village pond, which was only just frozen over! Poor lad! Heaven will take care of him, I know, as it does of all who take no care of themselves.

Ah, Sir Miles, if you could but see Susan,--such a nurse, too, in illness! I have the honour to be, Sir Miles, Your most humble, poor servant, to command, MATTHEW FIELDEN.
Sir Miles put this letter in his niece's hand, and said kindly, "Why not have gone to see your sister before?
I should not have been angry.

Go, my child, as soon as you like.

To-morrow is Sunday,--no travelling that day; but the next, the carriage shall be at your order." Lucretia hesitated a moment.