“I think you will be satisfied even to repletion with our northern friends†, and I won’t deprive you longer of what I think will give you pleasure: for my own part, my modesty, or my vanity, must be silent.
“P.S. If you could spare it for an hour in the evening, I wish you to send it up to Mrs. Leigh, your neighbour, at the London Hotel, Albemarle-street.”
