The Letters of Two Romantics
12. Wednesday.
June 25, 1845.
Pomegranates you may cut deep down the middle and see into, but not hearts, – – so why should I try and speak?
Friday is best day because nearest, but Saturday is next best – – it is next near, you know: if I get no note, therefore, Friday is my day.
Now is Post-time, – – which happens properly.
God bless you, and so your own
R.B.
Tuesday Evening.
June 25, 1845.
What will you think when I write to ask you not to come to-morrow, Wednesday; but . . . on Friday perhaps, instead? But do see how it is; and judge if it is to be helped.
I have waited hour after hour, hoping to hear from Miss Mitford that she would agree to take Thursday in change for Wednesday, — and just as I begin to wonder whether she can have received my letter at all, Continue reading “#49”