Come to Southampton, then, as soon as you can,--perhaps the day you receive this; on Wednesday, at farthest.

Your last letter implies blame of my policy with respect to Vernon.

Again I say, it is necessary to amuse my uncle to the last.

Before Vernon can advance a claim, there will be weeping at Laughton.

I shall weep, too, perhaps; but there will be joy in those tears, as well as sorrow,--for then, when I clasp thy hand, I can murmur, "It is mine at last, and forever!" Adieu! No, not adieu,--to our meeting, my lover, my beloved! Thy LUCRETIA.
An hour after Miss Clavering had departed on her visit, Dalibard returned the letter to his son, the seal seemingly unbroken, and bade him replace it in the hollow of the tree, but sufficiently in sight to betray itself to the first that entered.