Letters from India Volume I/To a Friend 3

by Emily Eden

TO A FRIEND.

Saturday, October 3, 12 o’clock.

This is my last word. I will not write to another person after I have bid you good-bye. The wind is fair, and we shall be off in an hour. It is a hurried job, and the sea looks more wicked and good-for-nothing than ever; but if we are really to go, I suppose there is no use in putting it off. Fanny was out sailing yesterday, and liked it. The servants are all in good spirits; and Chance, who went on board yesterday and howled all night, will be happier when he sees us. My health is very much improved; and so good-bye, God bless you all!

I hope you will not hear of us again till we arrive at Madeira.

Ever, dearest, your own

E. E.

This is George’s hair—all I could cut, at its greatest length.