TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 4 February 1856; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18560204-TC-JF-01; CL 31: 23
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Chelsea, 4 feby, 1856—
Dear Forster,—I hope you are not unwell,—that did not strike me till this moment! The fact is, Brydges came hither yesterday, seemingly desirous to know about the Miss-Lowe affair; and I could only say, Wait, and we will give you an appointment to meet, one of these days, and settle it all.— The old Dame herself wrote to me a while ago; and I answered, You shall have your Papers (Life Annuity Papers all signed and complete), I hope, “in three weeks.” By Brydges's mistake and one cause and another,—I lament to perceive that this is now the third week, pretty much spent already!—
The truth is, dear Forster, I believe there is not intrinsically the least haste; and surely it is far from my part to hurry or bother you (so busy a man too) any farther than can be avoided, in a business you got into in the way you did! Take plenty of time, then:—predict to me what time I shall assign (or approximate time) to these old women, when I write again; and that is really all that is needful in the matter.
Alas, alas, I am pretty nearly choked this day with Brandenburg Dust-whirlwinds, spinning round me, wide as the Creation; and have hardly the least human sense left, till I get into the air again, and walk five miles. Pity me, pity me!— — You never sent the Oliver:1 I must have it. Adieu, dear F.
Yours ever truly /