This merely implies that by a happy dispensation of Providence, I, Theodora Johnston, have not the least desire to appropriate my sister's husband, or, indeed, either of my sisters' husbands. By-the-by--in a letter from Augustus to papa, which reached me through Penelope, he names his visit to you; I am glad--glad he should show you such honour and affection, and that they all should see it. Do not give up the Trehernes; go there sometimes--for my sake. There is no reason why you should not. Papa knows it; he also knows I write to you--but he never says a word, one way or other. We must wait--wait and hope--or rather, trust. As you say, the difference between young and older people is, the one hopes, the other trusts. I seem, from your description, to have a clear idea of the gaol, and the long, barren breezy flat amidst which it lies, with the sea in the distance. I often sit and think of the view outside, and of the dreary inside, where you spend so many hours; the corridors, the exercise-yards, and the cells; also your own two rooms, which you say are almost as silent and solitary, except when you come in and find my letter waiting you. I wish it was me!--pardon grammar--but I wish it was me--this living me. Would you be glad to see me? Ah, I know! Look! I am not going to write about ourselves--it is not good for us. We know it all; we know our hearts are nigh breaking sometimes--mine is. But it shall not. We will live and wait. What was I telling you about?--oh, Francis. Well, Francis spent a whole week at Rockmount, by papa's special desire, that they might discuss business arrangements, and that he might see a little more of his intended son-in-law than he has done of late years. Business was soon dispatched--papa gives none of us any money during his life-time; what will come to us afterwards we have never thought of inquiring. Francis did, though--which somewhat hurt Penelope--but he accounted for it by his being so "poor." A relative phrase; why, I should think 500L. a-year, certain, a mine of riches--and all to be spent upon himself. But as he says, a single man has so many inevitable expenses, especially when he lives in society, and is the nephew of Sir William Treherne, of Treherne Court. All "circumstances'!" Poor Francis; whatever goes wrong he is sure to put between himself and blame the shield of "circumstances." Now, if I were a man, I would fight the world bare-fronted, any how. One would but be killed at last.