“No letters, Tom?” said Richard—“None to-day.”—
“Excuse me, Brother, I must now away;
Matilda never in her life so long
Deferr’d—Alas! there must be something wrong!”
“Comfort!” said George, and all he could he lent; }
Wait till your promised day, and I consent; }
Two days, and those of hope, may cheerfully [be] spent. }
“And keep your purpose, to review the place,
My choice; and I beseech you do it grace:
Mark each apartment, their proportions learn, 10