I have heard again from Carlyle who has sent me, a letter from Dr.
Cookson, which I am to burn or send, as I think best. Before I do so, I
should be glad to speak to Miss Charlesworth on the matter again: and as
my brother is going off on one of his comet excursions to-morrow (at
least so he purposed an hour ago) I shall go with him to Ipswich, unless
it snows, etc., and shall walk to Bramford. My humble request therefore
is nothing more than that you will be so good as to lock up Miss C. till
I have come and consulted as to what is best to be done: and how best to
address this Doctor: whom I conclude she knows.
However, I only mean that if the day is pretty fair I may hope to find
some of you at home: and Mr. Charlesworth well again.
Yours very truly,