. . .” I write these lines on Mr Constable’s own desk. I did not meet
with him till twelve at noon, and it is now half after one. He insists on my
making his house at Craigleith my home, and we are going there to-day; to dine
with Mr Matthews, the player, and a
small party. Not a word with him of business yet. A prologue of unbounded good
humour will, I hope, happily intro-
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