to look at a house.... He has been searching his neighbourhood for a
habitation for me, in a way very flattering indeed from such a man."
But he did not go. September 20th, "It's all over, my dearest Mother!"

"Poor Bessy," we read, "neither eats nor sleeps enough hardly to
sustain life": nevertheless in the first week of October he is at
Bowood. "I arrived here the day before yesterday, and found Rogers,
Lord and Lady Kerry, etc." He saw Sloperton Cottage and stayed out
his week. Bessy then had to see the cottage, and went--but not from
Bowood. "Bessy, who went off the night before last to look at the
cottage near Lord Lansdowne's, is returned this morning, after
travelling both nights. Power went with her." In a month's time they
were in possession, and Tom vastly set up by the near neighbourhood of
his exalted friend. Not so, however, his Jenny Wren.

"... We are getting on here as quietly and comfortably as
possible, and the only thing I regret is the want of some near
and plain neighbours for Bessy to make an intimacy with, and
enjoy a little tea-drinking now and then, as she used to do
in Derbyshire. She contrives, however, to employ herself
very well without them; and her favourite task of cutting out
things for the poor people is here even in greater requisition
than we bargained for, as there never was such wretchedness in
any place where we have been; and the better class of people
(with but one or two exceptions) seem to consider their
contributions to the poor-rates as abundantly sufficient,
without making any further exertion towards the relief of the
poor wretches. It is a pity Bessy has not more means, for she
takes the true method of charity--that of going herself into
the cottages, and seeing what they are most in want of.