TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN; 25 June 1855; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18550625-TC-JCA-01; CL 29: 339
TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN
Chelsea, 25 june, 1855—
You asked me about a man called Bayne, one day, who had been writing upon me: since that Bayne has sent me his Book, with the enclosed Note; to both of which I make you very welcome. The Book is gone, off by our Postman, hours ago; and here before quitting my garret, I send you the Letter too, in the chance you may get some kind of entertainment out of the affair. Bayne I guess to be some young Edinburgh Preacher (or the like), with great heart, and probably as yet little stuff on board: I do not dislike him, only judge he may have a good deal of wind just now upon his stomach;—and that if he had written nothing, it wd have been still wiser for him.1 Silence abt all this; and burn his Letter, poor fellow. I answered in a kind manner; but evaded (with dextrous politeness) to make an acquaintance just now!— Burn the Letter.
Thanks for your purpose about the Bathing quarters—I am thinking, since yesterday, whether it wd not be possible to crouch in, under absolute secrecy, for a three weeks, about the Gill at Mary's! I suppose one could have a chance to get sleep there, to be pretty entirely let alone. Farm produce, milk and meal, are the grand diet my soul longs for at this time. The sea is near enough to be walked to. Silence, as of Creca Moss,2 will be welcomer to me than any noise of the most melodious or picturesque description. I cd come running up to Dumfries twice every week if I liked &c &c &c. I will think of it farther; I have not yet spoken of it at all,—not a whisper to Mary herself. Adieu dear Sister— / Yours ever / T. Carlyle