I do not at all know; but I _heard_ nothing of his going away when I was at Netherfield. Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies, _do_ divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can. You know not, you can scarcely conceive, how they have tortured me;--though it was some time, I confess, before I was reasonable enough to allow their justice.