I got safe to town about four o'clock, and now write from Mrs.
P.'s fire-side, who desires her best compliments to you. Farther
particulars by Saturday night's post, though I much fear the Houses
will not do. By that time I hope you will be removed from the ruins
of Beriton. Has Mr. Barton got his pony? The saddle met with an
accident the other day, but Poynter has orders to repair and deliver
it to the Rector; he will easily find out his books. I found a note
from Jolliffe, who wants to see me to-morrow morning; but I have
something else to do.
I am, dear Madam,
Most truly yours,
E. G.
Your ticket by this time is bought. If you have the £20,000, I shall
charge brokerage.
[Sidenote: SEARCH FOR HOUSE IN LONDON.]
154.
_To his Stepmother._
November 21st, 1772.