heheardsomuchofmymiseryaboutit。Andyoumaysay，ifyouplease，thatIshallpreparemymostplaintiveairsagainsthisreturn，incompassiontohisfeelings，asIknowhishorsewilllose。“
“IfIwrite，Iwillsaywhateveryouwishme；butIdonot，atpresent，foreseeanyoccasionforwriting。“
“No，Idaresay，norifheweretobegoneatwelvemonth，wouldyoueverwritetohim，norhetoyou，ifitcouldbehelped。Theoccasionwouldneverbeforeseen。
Whatstrangecreaturesbrothersare!Youwouldnotwritetoeachotherbutuponthemosturgentnecessityintheworld；
andwhenobligedtotakeupthepentosaythatsuchahorseisill，orsucharelationdead，itisdoneinthefewestpossiblewords。Youhavebutonestyleamongyou。