Poor Arabel is in low spirits--very--and _aggrieved_ with being sent away from town; but the fresh air and _repose_ will do her good, in spite of herself, though she swears they won't (in the tone of saying they shan't).

She is not by any means strong, and overworks herself in London with schools and Refuges, and societies--does the work of a horse, and _isn't_ a horse.

Last winter she was quite unwell, as you heard.

In spite of which, I did not think her looking ill when I saw her first; and now she looks well, I think--quite as well as she ever does.

But she wants a new moral atmosphere--a little society.