[Postmark: June 4, 1846]
Wednesday — 5 p.m.
Then let it be as we meant it should be. And do you
forgive me, my own, if I have teazed you . . vexed you.
Do I not always tell you that you are too good for me ?
Yet the last of my intentions was, this time, to doubt
of your attachment for me. Believe that, I will write
to-night more fully — but never can be more than at this
moment
Your
Ba.