TC TO SARAH AUSTIN; 9 June 1834; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18340609-TC-SA-01; CL 7:204-205.
TC TO SARAH AUSTIN
Frederick Street, Monday 1 o'clock [9 June 1834].
Liebste Freundin [Dearest Friend]!
You are not in the least angry with me (for it is not in your nature to let the sun go down on wrath); neither would you ever have for half an instant been, could I, for pressure of haste, and the clignotis [winking, eye-lifting] of Gigwomen (always excepting the brave Mrs Opie,1 whom you must let me know yet), have got three words of Explanation edged in.
As it is, we actually got the House; and expect to be casting anchor there tomorrow morning after breakfast;2 and so, at an earlier date than the wicked, to (in some measure) “cease from troubling.”3 The Address is: 5. Great Cheyne Row, Chelsea. The place is habitable at once: there will be but some four days of Gypseyhood. A servant too is coming tonight; on the back of a thing she calls “the Nimrod,” a mighty hunter from Warwickshire.4
One of my earliest walks, perhaps my very earliest, will be across to Bayswater. Till then, Gehabt Euch wohl [farewell]!
Ever yours, /
I answer for my Wife because she is gone out, buying small furniture; and not likely to be back till your Twopennies are all superannuated,—at least, superhorated [past the hour].5