JWC TO JEANNIE WELSH ; 4 March 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500304-JWC-JW-01; CL 25: 36-37
JWC TO JEANNIE WELSH
Monday(4th March, 1850).
… This last Chapter is a great improvement on the three or four previous ones. I cannot understand what Geraldine means by showing up Seaforth in this way. Mrs. P.1 and she are not such friends as they have been I think—still anything like a coldness between them would have as little tempted her as justified her for publishing anything that would annoy the Paulets—ergo she must either be perfectly unconscious that she is drawing these flagrant likenesses or perfectly satisfied that Mrs. P. will take no more of it to herself than will be pleasing to her. To do Geraldine justice she is extremely noble in her quarrels—and would be more tied up with a friend she had quarrelled with than one she was on the best terms with. What makes me think she can have no intention to show up Mrs. P. nor fear of her fancying that, is that long ago—Geraldine and Mrs. P. and I were to write a book among us in the form of letters.2 I told them to start it and I would take it up when I saw their scheme—they did send me a screed of MS. which I augured no good of, it was so stormy—and so I backed out of my engagement, and then Mrs. P. gave up out of indolence—and Geraldine went on—and that beginning after all sorts of manipulating and repairing in the Highlandman's gun fashion,3 turned into Zoe—but I remember much of this tale that seems bare-faced painting of Seaforth was in these pages they wrote between them!!
… My little dog continues to be the chief comforter of my life—night and day he never leaves me, and it is something, I can tell you, to have such a bit of live cheerfulness always beside one.
Elizabeth4 has been to Exeter for a fortnight visiting her Parents and her sister Maria has been here in her stead. For the rest, Mr. C. is very busy with his pamphlets all the forenoons and in the evenings is generally at Bath House or elsewhere. I have got to-day some slips of the sweet briar and some others from Templand which I wrote to Mrs. Russell for—the slips I got from the garden at Haddington having taken root. Love to all.