DEAR Sarah,—I was meditating to come and see you, but I am unable for the walk. We are both very unwell, and under affliction for poor Emma, who has had a very dangerous brain fever, and is lying very ill at Bury, from whence I expect a summons to fetch her. We are very sorry for your confinement. Any books I have are at your service. I am almost, I may say quite, sure that letters to India pay no postage, and may go by the regular Post Office, now in St. Martin’s le Grand. I think any receiving house would take them—
I wish I could confirm your hopes about Dick Norris. But it is quite a dream. Some old
Bencher of his surname is made Treasurer for the year, I suppose, which is an
annual office. Norris was Sub-Treasurer, quite a different
thing. They were pretty well in the Summer, since when we have heard nothing of
them. Mrs. Reynolds is better than she
has been for years; she is with a disagreeable woman that she has taken a
mighty fancy to out of spite to a rival woman she used to live and quarrel
with; she grows quite fat, they tell me, and may live as long as I do, to be a
tormenting rent-charge to my diminish’d income. We go on pretty
comfortably in our new plan. I will come and have a talk with you when poor
Emma’s affair is settled, and will bring books. At
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