[Postmark: August 26, 1846]
I have just had a note from Mr. Kenyon, who, after his absence at Richmond, promises to come and see me on Thursday afternoon. Now . . would it be quite ‘ unco guid ‘ of us . . and wise ‘ above what is written ‘ (in your letter) if we put off our day to Friday, and gave me the power to answer to Mr. Kenyon’s certain question, . . ‘ no, I have not seen him since I saw you. ‘ ? If you think it would be wise, my own dearest, why do not come to-morrow ; do not come till Friday. See – to-day is Tuesday, and only two days more will intervene, – and we are agreed on the necessity of prudence for the coming weeks – particularly when my brothers have nothing particular to do, at this time of vacation, but to watch us on all sides. I am so nervous that my own footsteps startle me. But quite well I am, and you shall not have fancies about me – as to strength, I mean – as to what I cannot do, bear, and the like.
To-night I shall write a letter as usual. This is a bare line, which Henrietta will throw into the post, to speak to you of to-morrow. The letter follows.
How I miss you, and long for Friday. If you have an engagement for Friday, there is Saturday. ‘ Understand’ . . as you say, and I repeat.
To-night I will tell you where I went to-day.
Your own I am always