I've nothing but my acrimony to warm me, and have been out under an umbrella to restore my circulation.

Coming in an hour ago I found Lady Augusta Minch rummaging about the hall.

When I asked her what she was looking for she said she had mislaid something that Mr.Paraday had lent her.

I ascertained in a moment that the article in question is a manuscript, and I've a foreboding that it's the noble morsel he read me six weeks ago.

When I expressed my surprise that he should have bandied about anything so precious (I happen to know it's his only copy--in the most beautiful hand in all the world) Lady Augusta confessed to me that she hadn't had it from himself, but from Mrs.Wimbush, who had wished to give her a glimpse of it as a salve for her not being able to stay and hear it read.
"'Is that the piece he's to read,' I asked, 'when Guy Walsingham arrives ?' "'It's not for Guy Walsingham they're waiting now, it's for Dora Forbes,' Lady Augusta said.