TC TO LADY HARRIET BARING ; 13 November 1845; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18451113-TC-LHB-01; CL 20: 54-55
TC TO LADY HARRIET BARING
Chelsea, 13 Novr, 1845—
We will come on Saturday, if we hear nothing from you: on Saturday, by the Eleven-o'clock Train, which professes to arrive at Gosport at a quarter past Two. This is the arrangement. The rest is with the Nornas—Norse-Teutonic Destinies, who are said occasionally to favour them that deserve well!— I will bring my Goethe; we will read together, if it please those said Weird Sisters.1 Thank God even for such a hope.
Mr Baring did not call, faithless that he is. May the Tories soon bodily be out of Office, as by and by they will be, without prayer of mine!2
On the other hand the Paulets are ordered home again,—the cataract not yet ready: they went off yesterday afternoon. On that side the horizon is quite clear again.
We get our Alverstoke Letters here at 8 in the morning: so there is still room for any improved appointment if you would like another day or another hour better. But silence itself shall mean Yea.
And so adieu till Saturday,—till I see you again!
Ever yours, /