One, from Penelope (which I had hardly patience enough to read), announced that my lady and Miss Rachel were safely established in London.

The other, from Mr.Jeffco, informed me that his master's son had left England already.
On reaching the metropolis, Mr.Franklin had, it appeared, gone straight to his father's residence.

He arrived at an awkward time.

Mr.Blake, the elder, was up to his eyes in the business of the House of Commons, and was amusing himself at home that night with the favourite parliamentary plaything which they call "a private bill." Mr.Jeffco himself showed Mr.Franklin into his father's study.

"My dear Franklin! why do you surprise me in this way?
Anything wrong ?" "Yes; something wrong with Rachel; I am dreadfully distressed about it." "Grieved to hear it.