I have kissed them all round once, and am beginning again.

How can one make up one's mind where to stop?
with whom to end?
"Never you marry, Barbara!" say I, in a sobbing whisper, as I clasp her in my last embrace, greatly distorting my new bonnot, "it is _so_ disagreeable!" We are off, followed by a tornado of shoes--one, aimed with dexterous violence by that unlucky Bobby, goes nigh to cut the bridegroom's left eye open, as he waves his good-byes.
As we trot smartly away, I turn round in the carriage and look at them through my tears.

There they all are! After all, what a nice-looking family! Even Tou Tou! there is something pretty about her, and standing as she is now, her legs look quite nice and thick.
* * * * * We reach Dover before dinner-time.

Sir Roger has gone out to speak to the courier who meets us there.

I am left alone in our great stiff sitting-room at the Lord Warden.