The devil has left me, dear Mrs. Grote, and I can walk. I am as proud of the new privilege of walking as Mr. Grote would be of a peerage; but I will not abuse it, as I have done before. * * * I have an unpleasant feeling today, and upon thinking what it is, I find that you are out of London; therefore the quantity of intelligent matter caring about, and understanding, and loving me, is sensibly diminished. * * * Tell me if you will come to my breakfast on Saturday.