CHAPTER XXIII.
I CORRESPOND WITH THE MAJOR--MY COLLECTION--OCCUPATIONS--MADAME AGAIN--FETE DE VILLAGE--THE BRITISH HOORAY.
I wrote to my old friends and relatives, with a full account of my new home.

Rather a comically-expressed account too, I fancy, from the bits Uncle Buller used to quote in after years.

I got charming letters from him, piquant with his dry humour, and full of affection.

Matilda generally added a note also; and Aunt Theresa always sent love and kisses in abundance, to atone for being too busy to write by that post.
The fonder I grew of the Arkwrights, the better I seemed to love and understand Uncle Buller.

Apart as we were, we had now a dozen interests in common--threads of those intellectual ties over which the changes and chances of this mortal life have so little power.
My sympathy was real, as well as ready, when the Major discovered a new insect, almost invisible by the naked eye, which thenceforward bore the terrible specific name of _Bulleriana_, suggesting a creature certainly not less than a rhinoceros, and surrounding the Major's name with something of the halo of immortality.