weeks enow after to endure suffocation by a brimstone fireside." He
was anxious that his boon companion should join him at Scarborough;
but that additional pleasure was denied him, and he had to content
himself with the usual gay society of the place. Three weeks, it
seems, were passed by him in this most doubtfully judicious form of
bodily and mental relaxation--weeks which he spent, he afterwards
writes, in "drinking the waters, and receiving from them marvellous
strength, had I not debilitated it as fast as I got it by playing
the good fellow with Lord Granby and Co. too much." By the end of the
month he was back again at Coxwold, "returned to my Philosophical Hut
to finish _Tristram_, which I calculate will be ready for the
world about Christmas, at which time I decamp from hence and fix
my headquarters at London for the winter, unless my cough pushes me
forward to your metropolis" (he is writing to Foley, in Paris), "or
that I can persuade some _gros milord_ to make a trip to you."
Again, too, in this letter we get another glimpse at that thoroughly
desentimentalized "domestic interior" which the sentimentalist's
household had long presented to the view. Writing to request a
remittance of money to Mrs. Sterne at Montauban--a duty which, to do
him justice, he seems to have very watchfully observed--Sterne adds
his solicitation to Mr. Foley to "do something equally essential to
rectify a mistake in the mind of your correspondent there, who, it
seems, gave her a hint not long ago 'that she was separated from me
for life.' Now, as this is not true, in the first place, and may fix a
disadvantageous impression of her to those she lives amongst, 'twould
be unmerciful to let her or my daughter suffer by it. So do be so good
as to undeceive him; for in a year or two she purposes (and I expect
it with impatience from her) to rejoin me."

Early in November the two new volumes of _Shandy_ began to approach