[Postmark: September 7, 1846]
Monday Morning.
I had the greatest mind, when your letter came – (the most welcome of all letters – so much more than I could expect !) – to get up at once and be well in your dearest eyes or through them – but I checked myself and thought that I ought to be contented with one such a letter through whole long weeks of annoyance, instead of one day more.
I am delighted to know Flush is with you, if I am not. Did you remember my petition about him ? But, dearest, it was very imprudent to go to those disgusting wretches yourself – they have had a pretty honour without knowing it !
Here I lie with a dizzy head – unable to read more than a page or two . . there is something in the unwonted position that tires me – but whenever the book is left off, I turn to the dark side of the room and see you, my very own Ba, – and so I am soon better and able to try again.
How hot, and thunder-like this oppressive air ! And you who are affected by such weather ? Tell me, my dearest dearest, all you can tell me – since the real lips and eyes are away.
Bless you, my beloved. Remember, I count upon seeing you on Wednesday at farthest.
Your own R.