(not that the delight of reading " Modern Painters " is less a fact than that the book is in this house), but———
I am very bright to-night, as you may perceive, and am writing this in the most comfortable way, in bed. Tell F. that I expect she is quite a woman, and is quite independent of my letters, and, as I promised to write to you, she must not expect letters from me; but she must accept my kindness to Pussie, and my care of her plants, as the affectionate proof of my remembrance and friendship. Will you, dear children, think of me very earnestly on Friday at two; and try to see poor Mansfield's[1] grave? I suppose there is not a single fern. You know how much I want them.
I'm getting a toothache with sitting up in the cold; so I must lie down and read. I've written to accept Ruskin's invitation.
March 16th, 1855.
To Emily.
There is only one thing to speak about just now, Ruskin. I have been,—fancy! We could not get an omnibus which would pass the door, without waiting till it would be too late. We took one which brought us to Camberwell Gate; we tore along, thinking we were late, and too much engrossed by that idea, to see or think of anything else. At last we arrived at a green gate with a lodge. We asked for Mr. Ruskin, and were sent on to the house. Imagine a handsome mansion or large villa, a broad sweep of gravel road leading to it, bordered by a lawn, on which stood an
- ↑ Charles Mansfield, author of "Letters from Paraguay, and one of the Christian Socialist leaders.
