TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE ; 3 April 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460403-TC-JWC-01; CL 20: 157-158
TC TO JANE WELSH CARLYLE
[3 April 1846]
All well,—at least as well as after a Second Dinner,1 could be expected! We were dull, very dull; the Courances are duller than ever,—he grown deaf, labouring under a cold, his face dark-blue and poor nose red as flame; she, ach Gott—but let us be discreet and proper. Elizth Pepoli was there; truly the cheeriest item of the Party. “Carlo” not there; attending the deathbed of one Dragonetti an old Musical Venetian here.2 Laurence and the Glehns,3 nothing more:—I got home soon after 11, and had sheets to correct.
Today is—as you know. But I have got done with the Text of the Book: that is something! I will begin the Appendix tomorrow. My Horse came in the Evening: two grooms, one of them I afterwards found to be Fitzgerald's, brought him to the door: thin as a plank and very rough; but looking altogether lively. The Groom says he must not ride till after Saturday: “A Course of Medicine, Sir; Oh yes!”—
There is a new Letter from the Lovelace people today,—encosles4 new Cromwell superfluities about that old affair! I do not enclose it; better I should answer and end it, this night. I have also written to Alick,—and it is near four o'clock!
Letter from Jack; my Mother “expressly and with emphasis thanks Jane.”— — If I mean to come tomorrow? Yes, I do: but by what train I know not; probably latish. Oh Goody, Goody, my dear Bairn, be good to me!
—On the whole I may send you the Lovelace Letter to make up bulk if nothing else.—