My dear friends,—I have delayed an answer to your kind letter (for I cannot but see in it the hands and hearts of both) in the hope of being able to make my way to Bayswater. Yesterday I had determined, and was barred, and barred, and barred by droppers-in, the Sabbath-breakers! Lo, I delay no longer. But I only shake hands with you for a time, as it is my resolute determination to spend nine weeks at Nice next autumn with my wife and daughter. I shall give you due notice of the descent, that we may avail ourselves of your experience as to “location,” as those savages the Americans yell in their native war-whoop tongue.
Therefore, God speed ye safely to your abiding-place, where I hope long days of serenest peace may attend ye. Believe me ever truly yours,
