I tumbled about all night in a rage, when I thought how they had served me, and of Hoxton's believing it all, and how he might only half give in to your representation, and then I gloried in Anderson's coming down from his height, and being seen in his true colours.

So it went on till morning came, and I got up.

You know you gave me my mother's little 'Thomas a Kempis'.

I always read a bit every morning.

To-day it was, 'Of four things that bring much inward peace'.