‘My dear Mr. Rogers,—It is so very long since I have heard of you that I can no longer refrain from writing to beg for a little news of how you are and where you are. I have not been in London for the last two seasons, or you would have been troubled with my visits. Last year I had the pleasure of hearing from a common friend that you were well and taking your daily drives; but this year I have not been so fortunate; and I now shall be most thankful to you for one line to say how you are. I sadly fear that there is no hope of your coming here, where we should be so delighted to see you. We are lately returned from Scotland, but the weather was so very variable that we could not visit the Lakes, as we had intended, and we are now settled at our home for the winter. The journey from London does not take more than two hours and a half. We could give you a bedroom on the ground floor, and we would do everything we could to contribute to your comfort. I must not give you the trouble of reading a long letter, but will conclude with kindest love from Mr. Pusey and my children.
‘My dear Mr. Rogers, ever yours very affectionately,
