September 27, 1845.
Think for me, speak for me, my dearest, my own! You that are all great-heartedness and generosity, do that one more generous thing?
God bless you for
R.B.
What can it be you ask of me! – – ‘a boon’ – – once my answer to that had been the plain one – – but now . . . when I have better experience of – – No, now I have best experience of how you understand my interests; that at last we both know what is my true good – – so ask, ask! My own, now! For there it is! – – oh, do not fear I am ‘entangled‘ – – my crown is loose on my head, not nailed there – – my pearl lies in my hand – – I may return it to the sea, if I will!
What is it you ask of me, this first asking?