4. _From Allan Armadale to the Reverend Decimus Brock_.
Thorpe Ambrose, Tuesday.
“MY DEAR MR. BROCK—I am in sad trouble. Midwinter has quarreled with me and left me; and my lawyer has quarreled with me and left me; and (except dear little Miss Milroy, who has forgiven me) all the neighbors have turned their backs on me. There is a good deal about ‘me’ in this, but I can’t help it. I am very miserable alone in my own house. Do pray come and see me! You are the only old friend I have left, and I do long so to tell you about it.
“N. B.—On my word of honor as a gentleman, I am not to blame. Yours affectionately,
“ALLAN ARMADALE.
“P. S.—I would come to you (for this place is grown quite hateful to me), but I have a reason for not going too far away from Miss Milroy just at present.”