God grant me success!' Here the conversation ended, for at this juncture my uncle's voice was heard from his chamber, loudly calling upon my aunt to come to bed.

He was in a bad humour that night; for his gout was worse.

It had been gradually increasing upon him ever since we came to town; and my aunt took advantage of the circumstance next morning to persuade him to return to the country immediately, without waiting for the close of the season.
His physician supported and enforced her arguments; and contrary to her usual habits, she so hurried the preparations for removal (as much for my sake as my uncle's, I think), that in a very few days we departed; and I saw no more of Mr.Huntingdon.

My aunt flatters herself I shall soon forget him--perhaps she thinks I have forgotten him already, for I never mention his name; and she may continue to think so, till we meet again--if ever that should be.

I wonder if it will?
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