I’ve been thinking with dismay of the letter full of blots & scratches & imperfections of every description which I sent you the other day—how it was—or how it is I scarcely know—but I am in one constant hurry & worry—I lay (sic) in my Bed thinking all I would say to you & when I get up my thoughts are all put to flight by 10000 worries of the moment—however I am thankful for the kind allowances you make for me & for the prospect of a remedy in the hope of seeing you—my dearest A—it is too kind of you to wish it & think of it—I hope & think I can spin out my stay till the time you mention—I had not determined positively to go next week—tho’ I suppose towards the middle of it I might be at liberty to do so — — — I don’t know what good I could do at home—except as far as regards my Bairns—perhaps I may be of more use here—where we have friends who are trying to do us good—if we will let them. I am most anxious to see you—& I do suppose you would not object to my mentioning your wish to see me here to my Husband—if you do—say so truly—& don’t think ye worse of me for venturing to say to you I wish to see you—I know not whether it may appear a want of some feeling—but indeed there is so much I have to say to
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| LADY BYRON AND MRS LEIGH (II) |
How is yr health my dearest A— & how is little A A—I will write again in a day or two—but I really think I may venture to say that my stay can be contrived very well—let me hear from you when you have a moment—I dine with Mrs Villiers to-day & will give yr message—God bless you & believe me ever yr most grateful & affec
