I rode to La Vallee this morning, and heard that the new tenant was arrived, and that Theresa was gone.

I should not treat the subject thus familiarly if I did not believe you to be uninformed of this disposal of your house; for your satisfaction I have endeavoured to learn something of the character and fortune of your tenant, but without success.

He is a gentleman, they say, and this is all I can hear.

The place, as I wandered round the boundaries, appeared more melancholy to my imagination, than I had ever seen it.

I wished earnestly to have got admittance, that I might have taken another leave of your favourite plane-tree, and thought of you once more beneath its shade: but I forbore to tempt the curiosity of strangers: the fishing-house in the woods, however, was still open to me; thither I went, and passed an hour, which I cannot even look back upon without emotion.