"My gibing voice is packed away at the bottom of my imperial.

I do not think it has been out since we left Dresden.

Well, good-night! What do you want to shake hands _again_ for?
We have done that _twice_ already.

You are like the man who, the moment he had finished reading prayers to his family, began them all over again.

_Mind_ you do not forget! and" (laughing) "if you cannot come yourself, _send some one else! any one_ will do--I am not particular, but I _must_ have _some one_ to speak to!" Almost before my speech is finished, Frank is out of sight.