I wish they had testified their regard by a less expensive token.

Mary's letters spoke of some of the pictures and cathedrals she had seen--pictures the most exquisite, cathedrals the most venerable.

I hardly know what swelled to my throat as I read her letter: such a vehement impatience of restraint and steady work; such a strong wish for wings--wings such as wealth can furnish; such an urgent thirst to see, to know, to learn; something internal seemed to expand bodily for a minute.

I was tantalised by the consciousness of faculties unexercised,--then all collapsed, and I despaired.

My dear, I would hardly make that confession to any one but yourself; and to you, rather in a letter than _viva voce_.