The Letters of Two Romantics
Friday Morning.
June 27, 1845.
Let me make haste and write down To-morrow, Saturday, and not later, lest my selfishness be thoroughly got under in its struggle with a better feeling that tells me you must be far too tired for another visitor this week. Continue reading “#52”
Thursday Evening.
June 27, 1845.
After all it must be for Saturday, as Mrs. Hedley comes again on Friday, to-morrow, from New Cross, — or just beyond it, Eltham Park — to London for a few days, on account of the illness of one of her children. I write in the greatest haste after Miss Mitford has left me . . . and so tired! to say this, that if you can and will come on Saturday, . . . or if not on Monday or Tuesday, there is no reason against it.
Your friend always,
E.B.B.