I left him staying Hilpah with flagons, and walked quietly home.

But it was some time before I could get to sleep.

The sound of fiddles was in mine ears; and gaudy dresses, and black hair, and Jewish noses, were fluctuating up and down before mine eyes.
There is a fancy ball for you.

If Charles writes a history of it, tell me which of us does it best.
Ever yours T.B.M.
To Hannah M Macaulay.
London: June 10.

1835.
My dear Sister,--I am at Basinghall Street, and I snatch this quarter of an hour, the only quarter of an hour which I am likely to secure during the day, to write to you.