He married, last month, Lady Somebody Something, a fine lady from abroad." "And Mr.March--what of him ?" "I haven't the least idea.

Come now, shall I read the paper ?" He read well, and I liked to listen to him.

It was, I remember, something about "the spacious new quadrangles, to be called Russell and Tavistock Squares, with elegantly laid out nursery-grounds adjoining." "It must be a fine place, London." "Ay; I should like to see it.

Your father says, perhaps he shall have to send me, this winter, on business--won't that be fine?
If only you would go too." I shook my head.

I had the strongest disinclination to stir from my quiet home, which now held within it, or about it, all I wished for and all I loved.