Tuesday Evening.
May 21, 1845.
I trust to you for a true account of how you are – – if tired, if not tired, if I did wrong in any thing, – – or, if you please, right in any thing – – (only, not one more word about my ‘kindness,’ which, to get done with, I will grant is exceptive) – – but, let us so arrange matters if possible, – – and why should it not be – – that my great happiness, such as it will be if I see you, as this morning, from time to time, may be obtained at the cost of as little inconvenience to you as we can contrive. For an instance – – just what strikes me – – they all say here I speak very loud – – (a trick caught from having often to talk with a deaf relative of mine). And did I stay too long?
I will tell you unhesitatingly of such ‘corrigenda’ – – nay, I will again say, do not humiliate me – – do not again, – – by calling me ‘kind’ in that way.
I am proud and happy in your friendship – – now and ever. May God bless you!
R.B.