It doesn't matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again.

God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day.

Good-morning Mr.Troy! Don't forget the abstract of the case; and don't trouble yourself to see me to the door.

I dare say I shan't tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there's the porter in the hall to pick me up again.

Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! _Au revoir! au revoir!_" He kissed his hand, and drifted feebly out of the room.