R.B.

_E.B.B. to R.B._

Wednesday Evening.

[Post-mark, October 8, 1845.]

Mr. Kenyon never came. My sisters met him in the street, and he had

been 'detained all day in the city and would certainly be here

to-morrow,' Wednesday! And so you see what has happened to Wednesday!

Moreover he may come besides on Thursday, ... I can answer for

nothing. Only if I do not write and if you find Thursday admissible,

will you come then? In the case of an obstacle, you shall hear. And it

is not (in the meantime) my fault--now is it? I have been quite enough

vexed about it, indeed.

Did the Monday work work harm to the head, I wonder? I do fear so that

you won't get through those papers with impunity--especially if the

plays are to come after ... though ever so 'gently.' And if you are to

suffer, it would be right to tongue-tie that silver Bell, and leave

the congregations to their selling of cabbages. Which is

unphilanthropic of me perhaps, ... [Greek: ô philtate].

Be sure that I shall be 'bold' when the time for going comes--and both

bold and capable of the effort. I am desired to keep to the respirator

and the cabin for a day or two, while the cold can reach us; and

midway in the bay of Biscay some change of climate may be felt, they

say. There is no sort of danger for me; except that I shall _stay in

England_. And why is it that I feel to-night more than ever almost, as

if I should stay in England? Who can tell? _I_ can tell one thing.

_If_ I stay, it will not be from a failure in my resolution--_that

will_ not be--_shall_ not be. Yes--and Mr. Kenyon and I agreed the

other day that there was something of the tigress-nature very

distinctly cognisable under what he is pleased to call my

'Ba-lambishness.'

Then, on Thursday!... unless something happens to _Thursday_ ... and I

shall write in that case. And I trust to you (as always) to attend to

your own convenience--just as you may trust to me to remember my own

'boon.' Ah--you are curious, I think! Which is scarcely wise of

you--because it _may_, you know, be the roc's egg after all. But no,

it _isn't_--I will say just so much. And besides I _did_ say that it

was a 'restitution,' which limits the guesses if it does not put an

end to them. Unguessable, I choose it to be.

And now I feel as if I should _not_ stay in England. Which is the

difference between one five minutes and another. May God bless you.

Ever yours,

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