My dear Mrs. Cowden Clarke,—I am very angry with you and your other half for having the audacity to go to my readings without first writing to me! And if I had not been in France since I read last, and were not going back there immediately, I would summon you both to come to this Falstaff-Ground and receive the reward of your misdeeds.
Here are the two green leaves on my table here, as green as ever. They have not blushed at your conduct at St. James’s Hall, but they would have done it if they could.
With indignant regard, believe me ever faithfully yours,