This little fight has roused me from my apathy; it has rallied my spirits, and made me feel like my old self again.

I am no longer content with silently loving my dearest friend; I open my heart and write to her.
"'Oh, dear, how sad that she should be in debt!' I can hear you say this, and sigh to yourself--you who have never known what it was to be in want of money since you were born.

Shall I tell you what my husband earns at the University?
No: I feel the blood rushing into my face at the bare idea of revealing it.
"Let me do the Professor justice.

My Animated Mummy has reached the height of his ambition at last--he is Professor of Chemistry, and is perfectly happy for the rest of his life.

My dear, he is as lean, and almost as dirty, as the wretch who first perverted him.