pulse, I held out my hand, and the words—"Let me see it," involuntarily passed my lips. He was evidently reluctant to grant the request, but while he hesitated, I snatched it from his hand. Recollecting myself, however, the minute after, I offered to restore it.
"Here, take it," said I, "if you don't want me to read it."
"No, replied he, "you may read it if you like."
I read it and so may you.
Grassdale, Nov. 4th.
Dear Frederick,
I know you will be anxious to hear from me: and I will tell you all I can. Mr. Huntingdon is very ill, but not dying, or in any immediate danger; and he is rather better at present than he was when I came. I found the house in sad confusion: Mrs. Greaves, Benson, every decent servant had left, and those that were come to supply their places were a negligent, disorderly set, to say no worse
