With all kind messages from self and wife to you and yours. My wife is
very much better, having been the early part of this year alarmingly ill.
She is now all right, only complaining of trifles, annoying to her, but
happily not interesting to her friends. I am in a hideous state, having
stopped drink and smoking; yes, both. No wine, no tobacco; and the
dreadful part of it is that—looking forward—I have—what shall I
say?—nauseating intimations that it ought to be for ever.