September 18, 1845.
Words! – – it was written I should hate and never use them to any purpose. I will not say one word here – – very well knowing neither word nor deed avails – – from me.
My letter will have reassured you on the point you seem undecided about – – whether I would speak &c.
I will come whenever you shall signify that I may . . . whenever, acting in my best interests, you feel that it will not hurt you (weary you in any way) to see me – – but I fear that on Saturday I must be otherwhere – – I enclose the letter from my old foe. Which could not but melt me for all my moroseness and I can hardly go and return for my sister in time. Will you tell me?
It is dark – – but I want to save the post – –
Ever yours
R.B.