MY DEAREST MACREADY,

I perfectly agree with you in your appreciation of Katie's poem, and

shall be truly delighted to publish it in "Household Words." It shall go

into the very next number we make up. We are a little in advance (to

enable Wills to get a holiday), but as I remember, the next number made

up will be published in three weeks.

We are pained indeed to read your reference to my poor boy. God keep him

and his father. I trust he is not conscious of much suffering himself.

If that be so, it is, in the midst of the distress, a great comfort.

"Little Dorrit" keeps me pretty busy, as you may suppose. The beginning

of No. 10--the first line--now lies upon my desk. It would not be easy

to increase upon the pains I take with her anyhow.

We are expecting Stanfield on Thursday, and Peter Cunningham and his

wife on Monday. I would we were expecting you! This is as pretty and odd

a little French country house as could be found anywhere; and the

gardens are most beautiful.

In "Household Words," next week, pray read "The Diary of Anne Rodway"

(in two not long parts). It is by Collins, and I think possesses great

merit and real pathos.

Being in town the other day, I saw Gye by accident, and told him, when

he praised ---- to me, that she was a very bad actress. "Well!" said he,

"_you_ may say anything, but if anybody else had told me that I should

have stared." Nevertheless, I derived an impression from his manner that

she had not been a profitable speculation in respect of money. That very

same day Stanfield and I dined alone together at the Garrick, and drank

your health. We had had a ride by the river before dinner (of course he

_would_ go and look at boats), and had been talking of you. It was this

day week, by-the-bye.

I know of nothing of public interest that is new in France, except that

I am changing my moustache into a beard. We all send our most tender

loves to dearest Miss Macready and all the house. The Hammy boy is

particularly anxious to have his love sent to "Misr Creedy."

Ever, my dearest Macready,

Most affectionately yours.

[Sidenote: Mr. W. Wilkie Collins.]

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