August 1843-March 1844

The Collected Letters, Volume 17


JWC TO FRANCES WEDGWOOD ; 23 December 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18431223-JWC-FW-01; CL 17: 214-215


[23 December 1843]

My dear Mrs Wedgwood

I noticed the pencilling fast enough—but I waited—to see if any brighter mood would dawn in the Library, out of which I might extract a yes—but alas! there is nothing but Egyptian darkness1 there still—and I must answer with an unfeeling and irrational no— C. came into the room where I was peaceably darning his stockings the other morning with a bundle of papers in his hand and laid them on the fire. I supposed it the contents of his waste-paper-basket that he was burning and gave no heed beyond a passing thought about the possibility of three fire engines making their appearance and our being fined in five pounds— Happening to look up at his face however I read there the whole astounding truth— It was all his labour since his return from Scotland that had just been sent up the chimney!— You may guess whether a man who has just committed such an act is likely to be going out to dine among christians!

Yours affectionately /

Jane Carlyle

Saturday evening—