Oh! how I miss you, my dear sir.
I long to spend my evenings again with you and Leslie.

I shall certainly visit Italy (should I live and no unforeseen event take place) in the course of a year or eighteen months.

Could there not be some arrangement made to meet you and Leslie there?
He lived, but the "unforeseen event" occurred to make him alter all his plans.

Further on in this same letter he says:-- "My conscience accuses me, and hardly too, of many instances of pettishness and ill-humor towards you, which make me almost hate myself that I could offend a temper like yours.

I need not ask you to forgive it; I know you cannot harbor anger a minute, and perhaps have forgotten the instances; but I cannot forget them.