offering which I was irresistibly tempted to make her. She could
not speak to me, but kissed her hand with a very speaking and
touching expression of countenance.

it was this morning, and just as I was setting out to meet her,
that Skilton arrived from Chesington. I wrote a little, walked
out, and returned to finish as I could.

At dinner came our Tio--(89) very bad indeed. After it we walked
together with the children to Norbury; but little Fanny was so
well pleased with his society that it was impossible to get a
word on any particular subject. I, however, upon his venturing
to question me whereabouts was the

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campagne o– se trouvoit Mlle. Burney,(90) ventured de mon
c“t‚(91) to speak the name of Chesington, and give a little
account of its inhabitants, the early love we had for the spot,
our excellent Mr. Crisp, and your good and kind hostesses. He
listened with much interest and pleasure, and said,
"Mais, ne pourroit-on pas faire ce petit voyage-l…?"(92)

I ventured to say nothing encouraging, at least, decisively, in a
great measure upon the children's account, lest they should
repeat; and, moreover, your little namesake seemed to me
surprisingly attentive and ‚veill‚e, as if elle se doutoit de
quelque chose.(93)

When we came home I gave our Tio so paper to write to you; it was