TC TO LADY HARRIET BARING ; 9 August 1844; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18440809-TC-LHB-01; CL 18: 172-173
TC TO LADY HARRIET BARING
Chelsea, 9 Augt, 1844—
Dear Lady Harriet,
There has hitherto no Green Ticket1 come; perhaps there may still; but I at any rate had better decide to go, with such Tickets as I have. My likeliest is the old hour on Sunday; and home again that night, if I be not stronger than now. One way or other, on Sunday or some following day, I must see you again before Addiscombe end.
On Wednesday evening I was within few feet of your chair (I suppose); and have regretted ever since that the Intrusion Principle misgave there. But indeed my dress, consisting chiefly of grey blanket-cloth, was ill adapted for select Evening Parties; and the Female mind too, tho' much better equipt, by no means felt itself in proper case for being presented to Royalty!2 And so we vanished in the dark again. Alas, even in Comedy there is something of the tragic.
I will not forget your Clergyman, your Project of a Clergyman;—no! Perhaps I shall be a Bishop myself yet, some day? Bishop and Grand-Almoner?
Yours ever sincerely, /