I should hate you and the Stuarts to think that of me.

You have all been so kind to me--such good, real friends! I shall never forget this day--Oh! look, there is the carriage standing up there.

I wish it was the morning and not the evening, and that it might all come again! I hate the thought of London and that hot theatre to-morrow night.

Oh, my primroses! What a wretch I am! I've lost them nearly all.

Look, just that bunch over there, Mr.Kendal, before we leave the common." 'I sprang to get them for her, and brought back a quantity.