alone tied up to leg of table. Joy of D. who dances round J. while he eats his supper. Emboldened by this happy change, mention D. C. upstairs. D. weeps afresh, cries piteously, ‘Oh, don’t, don’t, don’t! It is so wicked to think of anything but poor papa!’⁠—embraces J. and sobs herself to sleep. (Must not D. C. confine himself to the broad pinions of Time? J. M. )’