Robert. Oh, sir, John is gone to London.
Mr. R. Indeed! How long has he been gone?
Robert. More than a fortnight, sir.
Mr. R. How many letters have you written to him?
Robert. None, sir.
Mr. R. How is that?
Robert. Because I do not know how to write a letter, sir.
Mr. B. But should you like to know how?
Robert. Oh, yes sir, very much indeed.
Mr. R. Then suppose you and I, between us, try to make up a letter to John; shall we?