Robert would give much at this moment to be allowed to go to dearest Mr.Kenyon, sit up with him, hold his hand, speak a good loving word to him.

This would be privilege to him and to me; and love and gratitude on our parts justified us in _asking_ to be allowed to do it.

Twice we have asked.
The first time a very kind but decided negative was returned to us on the part of our friend.

Yesterday we again asked.

Yesterday I wrote to say that it would be _consolation_ to us if Robert might go--if we might say so without 'teasing.' To-morrow, in the case of Miss Bayley sending a consent, even on her own part, Robert will set off instantly; but without an encouraging word from her--my dear friend, do you not see that it might really vex dearest Mr.Kenyon?
Observe, we have no more right of intruding than you would have if you forced your way upstairs.
It's a wretched world, where we can't express an honest affection honestly without half appearing indelicate to ourselves; nothing proves more how the dirt of the world is up to our chins, and I think I had my headache yesterday really and absolutely from simple disgust.
You see, Robert might go to stay till Mr.Edward Kenyon arrives--if it were only till then.