TC TO JWC ; 18 January 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580118-TC-JWC-01; CL 33: 162-163
TC TO JWC
The Grange 18 jany 1858 / (Monday Evg 5 ½ o.c.[)]
Dear little Goody mine,—Here is another scrape of a pen to you for same to breakfast; tho' there is nothing more to be said,—nor indeed time to say it, for it is on the edge of post-time, and I am but returned from riding, and indeed have not had a minute to myself all day.
My night had been none of the best,—nor of the worst; alas, I wish I could be sure yours was as good: but directly on getting out I perceived that I had lost my handkerchief,—that in fact I must have left it on the crown of Abbotston Down1 where I had been walking the evg before, and had sat down in the dusk to smoke a pipe; forgetting my handkerchief!— I set off with all despatch directly after breakfast; found my fine yellow hankf; got back in about an hour & half; had then instantly to go driving with Ld Ashburton; came home at 2; eat a bit of bread & butter; then out to ride my own animal,—who was uncommonly brisk and glad to see me again. This is my days2 history.
Lord & Lady Sandwich with their Son3 have arrived few minutes ago; I hear of nobody else for a 2 days: but truly I have yet got no inquiry made;—if nothing of that kind emerge upon me, I still mean to keep Wednesday as my day. Nothing can be finer than the weather here, nothing more complete than the solitude: & I may get one other right ride on turf & thro silent sunny lanes, before coming back to you. Ld Ashbn still prisoner, thinks himself a little better.— God bless thee Dearest. Be careful!