Bentinck Street, October the 20th, 1773.

Dear Madam ,

I am neither dead nor lost, as you might naturally suppose. My visit to Sir William [200] produced another to the Bishop of Landaf [201] in Oxfordshire. We proceeded by slow journeying, arrived safe in town Sunday evening, and yesterday I left my little friend in the hands of his Aunts. I ought to have given you a line sooner—but procrastination—— Next Sunday I go into Sussex. Adieu, and believe me,

Dear Madam, Ever yours, E. G.