"Mr.Allen, go into my drawing-room and bring my reticule." "Mr.Allen, go and see what can be the matter that they do not bring up dinner." "Mr.Allen, there is not enough turtle-soup for you.

You must take gravy-soup or none." Yet I can scarcely pity the man.

He has an independent income; and, if he can stoop to be ordered about like a footman, I cannot so much blame her for the contempt with which she treats him.
Perhaps I may write again to-morrow.
Ever yours T.B.M.
To Hannah M.Macaulay.
Library of the House of Commons July 26, 1831.
My dear Sister,--Here I am seated, waiting for the debate on the borough of St.Germains with a very quiet party,--Lord Milton, Lord Tavistock, and George Lamb.

But, instead of telling you in dramatic form my conversations with Cabinet Ministers, I shall, I think, go back two or three days, and complete the narrative which I left imperfect in my epistle of yesterday.
[This refers to a passage in a former letter, likewise written from the Library of the House.
"'Macaulay!' Who calls Macaulay?
Sir James Graham.

What can he have to say to me?
Take it dramatically: Sir J.G.Macaulay! Macaulay.