‘My dear Rogers,—Is it consistent with your surgeon’s injunctions that I should call to see you? I know that you have been visible to few only—do not, therefore, hesitate to say No if it ought not to be. If otherwise, I should greatly desire to shake your hand, as soon as you can admit me—at least, before I depart for the Continent. This will not be until the 10th of July. I am almost confident that you will be able to see me long before that time.
‘I need not say how much I was shocked by your accident, though I constantly now hear that you are going on well. I was once, as you know, a fellow-sufferer, and can bear witness to the irksomeness of long confinement to the bed of helplessness, though not of pain. But I trust, as your injury is less important, your recovery may be considerably quicker than my own. I have been at Oxford most of last week. Yesterday I dined with the Berrys at Petersham, but the Elder did not appear.
