[Postmark: April 9, 1846]
Thursday. 8. a.m.
Dearest, I have to go out presently and shall not be
able to return before night . . so that the letter I expect
will only be read then and answered to-morrow — what will
it be, the letter ? Nothing but dear and kind, I know . .
even deserve to know, in a sense, — because I am sure all
in my letter was meant to be ‘ read by your light.’ I submit,
unfeignedly, to you, there as elsewhere — and, — as I said, I
think, — I wrote so precisely because it was never likely to
be my own case. I should consider it the most unhappy
thing that could possibly happen to me, — (putting aside the
dreadful possibilities one refuses to consider at all, — the
most)
Have you made any discoveries about the disposition of
Saturday ? May I come, dearest ? (On Saturday evening I
shall see a friend who will tell me all he knows about ships
and voyage expenses — or refer me to higher authorities.)
Bless you, now and ever, my own Ba. Do you know,
next Saturday, in its position of successor to Good Friday,
will be the anniversary of Mr. Kenyon’s asking me, some
four years ago, ‘ if I would like to see Miss B.’ How I
remember ? I was staying with him for a couple of days.
Now, I will ask myself ‘ would you like to kiss Ba?’
‘ Then comes the Selah, Goodbye, dearest-dearest !
Yours R.