TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN ; 12 March 1857; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18570312-TC-JCA-01; CL 32: 102-103
TC TO JEAN CARLYLE AITKEN
Chelsea, 12 March 1857
Dear Sister,—Lest I be disappointed today as I was yesterday, I will begin this day by writing the poor word you affectionately request.
Jane is certainly not worse; I think her decidedly better ever since that bad fit which happened before my last writing,—and indeed she herself cautiously admits as much. She sleeps perceptibly better,—never one night absolutely without sleep;—has a better appetite too (which indeed it was easy to have):—in short I am again in hopes we have got over the hill; and that with the good weather in our favour, all will come right again before very long. She goes out every good day,—not a walk yet, but a drive; either somebody taking her, or in a hired cab of her own, with Nero for company: poor little thing she has had a sad four months of it, & they are not alone in our chronology.
As for myself I am sunk deep in wretchedness (owing to my impossible job &c &c), but feel withal as if any bodily health were mending: that is in fact nine-tenths of the battle too. Courage, courage!—
Aurora Leigh will evidently never be asked for again: keep it therefore with my blessing.1 Adieu again. Ever your affectionate