Lloyd is off home; my wife and I dwell sundered: she in lodgings,
preparing for the move; I here in the club, and at my old
trade—bedridden. Naturally, the visit home is given up; we only wait our
opportunity to get to Samoa, where, please, address me.
Have I yet asked you to despatch the books and papers left in your care
to me at Apia, Samoa? I wish you would, _quam primum_.