FRANK TO JOHN.
How are you?—my dear brother, how are you? Surely
you have expected me; and, as this was about as likely a
port, as any, to bring me up, I had a right, I think, to
look for a letter from you. Yet I find none. I am in
rather extravagant spirits, I confess. The idea of seeing
you, and Sarah, and Juliet—Stay, the servant appears
at the door—he tells me, that, if I wish to send
my letter by to-day's mail, I have not a moment to lose.
So farewell, awhile. To-morrow, I shall write to you,
again; and, perhaps, the next day, follow my letter, in
person. I have a good deal to do for Sarah, here.
FRANK.
P. S.—Remember me to Mrs. Grenville, with all my
heart and soul. She did not go to meet her husband, after
all, then?
