Nor was he
disappointed of either purpose. Before he had had time to answer more
than ten or eleven of the miscellaneous questions propounded to him in
the lightness of their hearts by his young offspring, who had accompanied
him, the postman was seen approaching; and among the morning's budget was
one letter bearing a foreign postmark and stamp (which became at once the
objects of an eager competition among the youthful Gregorys), and
addressed in an uneducated, but plainly an English hand.
When the Rector opened it, and turned to the signature, he realized that
it came from the confidential valet of his friend and squire, Mr.
Somerton. Thus it ran:
Honoured Sir,
Has I am in a great anxiety about Master I write at is Wish to beg
you Sir if you could be so good as Step over. Master Has add a Nastey
Shock and keeps His Bedd. I never Have known Him like this but No
wonder and Nothing will serve but you Sir. Master says would I
mintion the Short Way Here is Drive to Cobblince and take a Trap.
Hopeing I Have maid all Plain, but am much Confused in Myself what
with Anxiatey and Weakfulness at Night. If I might be so Bold Sir it
will be a Pleasure to see a Honnest Brish Face among all These Forig
ones.
Pages:
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175