yours to answer together!  But, faith, this shall go to-night, for fear; and then come when it will, I defy it.] No, you are not naughty at all, write when you are disposed.  And so the Dean told you the story of Mr. Harley from the Archbishop; I warrant it never spoiled your supper, or broke off your game.  Nor yet, have not you the box?  I wish Mrs. Edgworth had the -----.  But you have it now, I suppose; and is the chocolate good, or has the tobacco spoilt it?  Leigh stays till Sterne has done his business, no longer; and when that will be, God knows:  I befriend him as much as I can, but Harley’s accident stops that as well as all things else.  You guess, Madam Dingley, that I shall stay a round twelvemonth; as hope saved, I would come over, if I could, this minute; but we will talk of that by and by.  Your affair of Vedeau I have told you of already; now to the next, turn over the leaf.  Mrs. Dobbins lies, I have no more provision here or in Ireland than I had.  I am pleased that Stella the conjurer approves what I did with Mr. Harley;[23] but your generosity makes me mad; I know you repine inwardly at Presto’s absence; you think he has broken his word of coming in three months, and that this is always his trick; and now Stella says she does not see possibly how I can come away in haste, and that MD is satisfied, etc.  An’t you a rogue to overpower me thus?  I did not expect to find such friends as I have done.  They may indeed deceive me too.  But there are important reasons[Pox on this grease, this candle tallow!] why they should not.[24] I have been used barbarously by the late Ministry; I am a little piqued in honour to let people see I am not to be despised.  The assurances they give me, without any scruple or provocation, are such as are usually believed in the world; they may come to nothing, but the first opportunity that offers, and is neglected, I shall depend no more, but come away.  I could say a thousand things on this head, if I were with you.  I am thinking why Stella should not go to the Bath, if she be told it will do her good.  I will make Parvisol get up fifty pounds, and pay it you; and you may be good housewives, and live cheap there some months, and return in autumn, or visit London, as you please:  pray think of it.  I writ to Bernage, directed to Curry’s; I wish he had the letter.  I will send the bohea tea, if I can.  The Bishop of Kilmore,[25] I don’t keep such company; an old dying fool whom I never was with in my life.  So I am no godfather;[26] all the better.  Pray, Stella, explain those two words of yours to me, what you mean by VILLIAN and DAINGER;[27] and you, Madam Dingley, what is CHRISTIANING?—­Lay your letter this way, this way, and the devil a bit of difference between this way and the other way.  No; I will show you, lay them this way, this way, and not that way, that way.[28]—­You shall have your aprons; and I will put all your commissions