He had brought me in the morning some Berlin work which the two sisters had done for the fancy fair, and which they had sold to him in advance for a mere trifle, and he wanted to know if it were the right price. I thought it very right in the romantic view of the case, but very wrong as touching the interests of the poor Dispensary. I told Miss A. S. (the sister-in-law as is to be) that I should like to buy some of their work at a dearer rate, and she said there would be plenty, 'but at present I am working a table-cover for Captain P.' Then she asked if I wanted any polished pebbles--'I have a great many, but I have given the best to Captain P.,' just the sort of way in which people make a fuss with their brothers-in-law at first. It goes off, does it not, Mr. D.? Saturday, June 15. We have been a long time without letters, and nobody knows when we shall have any again. There are several stories left _hanging_ on something which ought to have been cleared up a long time ago, and never will be now--poor L. E. L.'s death! We have heard twice from you since the first account, and it never appeared whether Maclean was 'a brute of a husband,' or she, poor thing! very easily excited. Then, that Baily, the supposed murderer(?), we never could find the end of that story. I went out _pleasantly_ yesterday evening, quite a new idea; but as we have so much to do for the little amusements of other people, I thought I might as well for once amuse myself, so I went after dinner to see Mr. and Mrs. C., and I was to lie on the sofa and they were to sing, and so they did, beautifully, all sorts of things; she sings equally well in five languages, French, English, German, Italian, and Hindustani, and Mr. C. sings anything that is played to him without having any music. Altogether it was very pleasant, which was lucky, for I meant to be at home at eleven, a very undue hour for Simla, and a violent thunderstorm came on which seemed to be splitting the hills into small shreds, so I could not get home till one, which Wright thought very shocking. I cannot imagine when we go home how we are to get back to reasonable hours. CHAPTER XL. Wednesday, June 19, 1839.