Sunday.
August 18, 1845.
I am going to propose to you to give up Tuesday, and to take your choice of two or three other days, say Friday, or Saturday, or to-morrow . . . Monday. Mr. Kenyon was here to-day and talked of leaving London on Friday, and of visiting me again on ‘Tuesday’ . . . he said, . . . but that is an uncertainty, and it may be Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday. So I thought (wrong or right) that out of the three remaining days you would not mind choosing one. And if you do choose the Monday, there will be no need to write — nor time indeed — ; but if the Friday or Saturday, I shall hear from you, perhaps. Above all things remember, my dear friend, that I shall not expect you to-morrow, except as by a bare possibility. In great haste, signed and sealed this Sunday evening by
E.B.B.