Something else just heard, makes me reluctantly strike out
_Saturday_--
_Monday_ then?
_E.B.B. to R.B._
Friday Morning.
[Post-mark, September 19, 1845.]
It is not 'misunderstanding' you to know you to be the most generous
and loyal of all in the world--you overwhelm me with your
generosity--only while you see from above and I from below, we cannot
see the same thing in the same light. Moreover, if we _did_, I should
be more beneath you in one sense, than I am. Do me the justice of
remembering this whenever you recur in thought to the subject which
ends here in the words of it.
I began to write last Saturday to thank you for all the delight I had
had in Shelley, though you beguiled me about the pencil-marks, which
are few. Besides the translations, some of the original poems were not
in my copy and were, so, quite new to me. 'Marianne's Dream' I had
been anxious about to no end--I only know it now.--
On Monday at the usual hour. As to coming twice into town on Saturday,
that would have been quite foolish if it had been possible.
Dearest friend,