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Glorious Conclusion of Michael Finsbury's Holiday.
I know Michael Finsbury personally; my business--I know the awkwardness of having such a man for a lawyer--still it's an old story now, and there is such a thing as gratitude, and, in short, my legal business, although now (I am thankful to say) of quite a placid character, remains entirely in Michael's hands.

But the trouble is I have no natural talent for addresses; I learn one for every man--that is friendship's offering; and the friend who subsequently changes his residence is dead to me, memory refusing to pursue him.

Thus it comes about that, as I always write to Michael at his office, I cannot swear to his number in the King's Road.

Of course (like my neighbours), I have been to dinner there.