and helped them with means to come on to Calcutta, where Mr. means to set up as a doctor on the homœopathic system. They have been through all sorts of adventures. She has travelled disguised as a man, and then as a Circassian woman, and was nearly shipwrecked; and in the meanwhile there are great suspicions that, though their hardships are true, their story is not, and that they are Russian spies coming to see how to take our India. We shall be sold for slaves in Kamtschatka at last. I do not believe our adventures are half over. We went up to Barrackpore in the evening.
My dearest Sister,—I am suddenly seized with a wish to write to you. I can’t think what about, but so it is, and I am proud of having any wish—of being able to wish a wish.
All they prophesied of September has been more than realised by the wretched hot event, and if you could feel what my room is at this instant—dark and punkah’d as it is—if (I say)
