Last week I met Colonel Potter M'Queen, who was warm in his praises of you, and the great good your _Michael Armstrong_" (the factory story) "had done....
Last Thursday despatches arrived and Lord Granville had to start for London at a moment's notice.

I was in hopes this beastly ministry were out! But no such luck! For they are a compound of glue, sticking-plaister, wax, and vice--the most adhesive of all known mixtures." [Footnote 1: "As for that, sir, the dog is perfect.

I have myself taught him everything _in my own room_!"] Before concluding my recollections of Rosina, Lady Lytton Bulwer, I think it right to say that I consider myself to have perfectly sufficient grounds for feeling certain that the whispers which were circulated in a cowardly and malignant fashion against the correctness of her conduct as a woman were wholly unfounded.

Her failings and tendency to failings lay in a quite different direction.

I knew perfectly well the person whose name was mentioned scandalously in connection with hers, and knew the whole history of the relationship that existed between them.