It can't be, I think.

At least we are prepared for it here.
We find Wilson well.

Mr.Landor also.

He had thrown a dinner out of the window only once, and a few things of the kind, but he lives in a chronic state of ingratitude to the whole world except Robert, who waits for his turn.

I am glad to think that poor Mr.Landor is well; unsympathetical to me as he is in his _morale_.