[Postmark: July 7, 1846]
Tuesday Morning
in haste.
Dearest, I am uncertain whether I can see you to-morrow. To-night I will write again — you shall hear. You tell me to risk nothing . . which is what I feel. But I long, long to see you. You shall hear in the morning.
Read the note which Mr. Kenyon sends me from Mr. Forster. Very averse I feel, from applying, in the way prescribed, to Mr. Serjeant Talfourd. Tell me what to do, Robert . . my ‘famous in council!’ Sick at heart, it all makes me. Am I to write to Mr. Talfourd, do you think?
Oh, you would manage it for me — but to mix you up in it, will make a danger of a worse evil. May God bless you, my own. I may see you to-morrow perhaps after all it is a ‘perhaps’ though . . and I am surely
Your BA.