Late as I went to bed, I have had very little rest. Sleep and I have
quarreled; and although I court it, it will not be friends. I hope its
fellow-irreconcilables at Harlowe-place enjoy its balmy comforts. Else
that will be an aggravation of my fault. My brother and sister, I dare
say, want it not.
Mr. Lovelace, who is an early riser, as well as I, joined me in the
garden about six; and after the usual salutations, asked me to resume
our last night's subject. It was upon lodgings at London, he said.