"But one can't live upon letters."

"I shall expect you to live upon mine, and to grow fat on them. There; I
heard papa's step on the stairs. He said you were to go to him. Good-by,
Harry--dearest Harry! What a blessed wind it was that blew you here."

"Stop a moment; about your getting to Clavering. I shall come for you on
Easter eve."

"Oh, no; why should you have so much trouble and expense?"

"I tell you I shall come for you--unless, indeed, you decline to travel
with me."

"It will be so nice! And then I shall be sure to have you with me the
first moment I see them. I shall think it very awful when I first meet
your father."

"He's the most good-natured man, I should say, in England."

"But he'll think me so plain. You did at first, you know. But he won't
be uncivil enough to tell me so, as you did. And Mary is to be married
in Easter week? Oh, dear, oh, dear; I shall be so shy among them all."

"You shy! I never saw you shy in my life. I don't suppose you were ever
really put out yet."

"But I must really put you out, because papa is waiting for you. Dear,
dear, dearest Harry. Though I am so patient I shall count the hours till