TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 27 March 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460327-TC-JWC-01; CL 20: 152-153
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
Friday towards Midnight [27 March 1846]—
Dear Goody,—I am a very wearied Good! Four Proofsheets (two of them not yet quite done); a visit of Miss Wilson; a talking walk with Helps, a talking Tea with Dodds—ach Gott! And I awoke with a headache, and have been stupid, spiritless, and not happy, all day!— They are going on at a brave rate with the Book, thank Heaven! I shall surely get some rest somewhere then. In fact I am very feckless at present; not at all even as well as usual; and in the physical line too:—rather in a baddish way, it may be feared!
Your Letter came at 3 o'clock. I know not when this will reach you: one may hope, tomorrow morning, almost as soon as if I had sent it off in the afternoon. I did surely mean to come tomorrow, and even do still; but really am in such wretched case, I know not what to say about it. I should have written to the Lady giving some account of myself. Dinner there does not seem at all probable; and I tried in vain today to ascertain the times of the Croydon railway: some way or other it is like I shall come.— Miss Wilson's visit was for a Dinner with Courances or Currants or whatever they are called;1 no refusal could do—sorrow on all Courances and Currants, it is Thursday next;—and already I am half dead! No more complaining, any way.
No Letters today, but one for an autograph (bless the mark!), and an assignation with Helps. Creek joined us in the lanes:—the sky at least was heavenly: let there be no reflexions.— I have sent Helen to bed; have hot milk simmering on the hob; and will now to the Post-Office, and not say another word. God's blessing be on all people,—poor Goody especially.