O! O! O! D---- the Pantechnicon. O!
I will be at Tavistock House at twelve on Saturday, and then will wait
for you until I see you. If we return together--as I hope we shall--our
express will start at half-past four, and we ought to dine (somewhere
about Temple Bar) at three.
The infamous ---- says the stoves shall be fixed to-morrow.
O! if this were to last long; the distraction of the new book, the
whirling of the story through one's mind, escorted by workmen, the
imbecility, the wild necessity of beginning to write, the not being able
to do so, the, O! I should go---- O!
Ever affectionately.
P.S.--None. I have torn it off.
[Sidenote: Miss Mary Boyle.]