I suppose you'll like to get my letters now, but I don't know that you'll care for them much when we've been man and wife for ten years." "But one can't live upon letters." "I shall expect you to live upon mine, and to grow fat on them.

There; I heard papa's step on the stairs.

He said you were to go to him.

Good-by, Harry--dearest Harry! What a blessed wind it was that blew you here." "Stop a moment; about your getting to Clavering.

I shall come for you on Easter eve." "Oh, no; why should you have so much trouble and expense ?" "I tell you I shall come for you--unless, indeed, you decline to travel with me." "It will be so nice! And then I shall be sure to have you with me the first moment I see them.