Bracknell."

The white-haired Maimuna presently writes to Hogg:

"I will not have you despise home-spun pleasures. Shelley is
making a trial of them with us--"

A trial of them. It may be called that. It was March 11, and he had
been in the house a month. She continues:

Shelley "likes then so well that he is resolved to leave off
rambling--"

But he has already left it off. He has been there a month.

"And begin a course of them himself."

But he has already begun it. He has been at it a month. He likes it so
well that he has forgotten all about his wife, as a letter of his
reveals.

"Seriously, I think his mind and body want rest."

Yet he has been resting both for a month, with Italian, and tea, and
manna of sentiment, and late hours, and every restful thing a young
husband could need for the refreshment of weary limbs and a sore
conscience, and a nagging sense of shabbiness and treachery.

"His journeys after what he has never found have racked his
purse and his tranquillity. He is resolved to take a little