Thursday.
September 11, 1845.
Will you come on Friday . . . to-morrow . . . instead of Saturday — will it be the same thing? Because I have heard from Mr. Kenyon, who is to be in London on Friday evening he says, and therefore may mean to visit me on Saturday I imagine. So let it be Friday — if you should not, for any reason, prove Monday to be better still.
May God bless you —
Ever yours,
E.B.B.