g in the chamber where he and Theo had been
so happy.

Meanwhile we can learn how the time passes, and our friends are engaged,
by some extracts from George's letters to his brother.

"From the old window opposite Bedford Gardens, this 20th August 1759.

"Why are you gone back to rugged rocks, bleak shores, burning summers,
nipping winters, at home, when you might have been cropping ever so many
laurels in Germany? Kingsley's are coming back as covered with 'em as
Jack-a-Green on May-day. Our six regiments did wonders; and our horse
would have done if my Lord George Sackville only had let them. But when
Prince Ferdinand said 'Charge!' his lordship could not hear, or could
not translate the German word for 'Forward;' and so we only beat the
French, without utterly annihilating them, as we might, had Lord Granby
or Mr. Warrington had the command. My lord is come back to town, and
is shouting for a Court-Martial. He held his head high enough in
prosperity: in misfortune he shows such a constancy of arrogance that
one almost admires him. He looks as if he rather envied poor Mr. Byng,
and the not shooting him were a manque d'egards towards him.

"The Duke has had notice to get himself in readiness for departing
from this world of grandeurs and victories, and downfalls and
disappointments. An attack of palsy has visited his Royal Highness; and
pallida mors has just peeped in at his door, as it were, and said,
'I will call again.' Tyrant as he was, this prince has been noble in
disgrace; and no king has ever had a truer servant than ours has found
in his son. Why do I like the losing side always, and am I disposed to
revolt against the winners? Your famous Mr. P----, your chief's patron
and discoverer, I have been to hear in the House of Commons twice or
thrice. I revolt against his magniloquence. I wish some little David
would topple over that swelling giant. His thoughts and his language are
always attitudinising. I like Barry's manner best, though the other is
the more awful actor.

"Pocahontas gets on apace. Barry likes his part of Captain Smith; and,
though he will have him wear a red coat and blue facings and an epaulet,
I have a fancy to dress him exactly like one of the pictures of Queen
Elizabeth's gentlemen at Hampton Court: with a ruff and a square beard
and square shoes. 'And Pocahontas--would you like her to be tattooed?'
asks Uncle Lambert. Hagan's part as the warrior who is in love with
her, and, seeing h