“I send you sheet B of the unlucky Count—it will do little harm to correct it, whether we ultimately use it or no; for the rest we must do as we dow, as my mother used to say. I could reduce many expenses in a foreign country, especially equipage and living, which in this country I could not do so well. But it is matter of serious consideration, and we have time before us to think. I write to you rather than Ballantyne, because he is not well, and I look on you as hardened against wind and weather, whereas
‘Man but a rush against Othello’s breast, And he retires.’* |
“I send a volume of the interleaved Magnum. I know not whether you will carry on that scheme or not at present. I am yours sincerely,
“P.S.—I expect Marshal Bourmont and a French Minister, Baron d’Haussez, here to-day, to my no small discomfort, as you may believe; for I would rather be alone.”
