I am rather discontented with destiny that she has not let us see anything of you for nearly three years.

And I hope you too will not be sorry to take me by the hand again.
"My ground for supposing it not unlikely that you will be at one of the lakes, is the report I heard from Mr.Pigott, that such a plan was hovering in your mind.

My chief fear is that our return, which is not likely at the latest to be later than the middle of June, may be too early for us to find you.

We reached Venice three days ago, after a short stay at Milan, and have the delight of finding everything more beautiful than it was to us four years ago.

That is a satisfactory experience to us, who are getting old, and are afraid of the traditional loss of glory on the grass and all else, with which melancholy poets threaten us.
"Mr.Lewes says I am to say the sweetest things that can be said with propriety to you, and love to Bice, to whose memory he appeals, in spite of all the friends she has made since he had the last kiss from her.
"I too have love to send to Bice, whom I expect to see changed like a lily-bud to something more definitely promising.