I shall be glad to see Oliver: I hope he will keep his tongue quiet,
about the tea-kettle; for, I shall not give it till I leave the
Medusa.

You ask me, what Troubridge wrote me? There was not a syllable about
you in it. It was about my not coming to London; at the importance of
which, I laughed: and, then, he said, he should never venture another
opinion. On which, I said--"Then, I shall never give you one." This
day, he has wrote a kind letter, and all is over.

I have, however, wrote him, in my letter of this day, as
follows--_viz._ "_And I am, this moment, as firmly of opinion as ever,
that Lord St. Vincent, and yourself, should have allowed of my coming
to town, for my own affairs; for, every one knows, I left it without a
thought for myself_."

I know, he likes to be with you: but, shall he have that felicity, and
_he_ deprive me of it? No; that he shall not!

But this business cannot last long, and I hope we shall have peace;
and, I rather incline to that opinion. But the Devil should not get me
out of the kingdom, without being some days with you.

I hope, my dear Emma, you will be able to find a house suited for my
comfort. I am sure of being HAPPY, by your arrangements.

I have wrote a line to Troubridge, about Darby.

Parker will write you a line of thanks, if he is able. I trust in God,