and the hope of letters to-morrow. The ‘Windsor’ came in, three months to a day, from Portsmouth. Quite as good as an Overland despatch, and she always makes those quick passages. I mean to keep my eye on her for my return coach, but she will be very cockroachy by the time we go home, I am afraid.
My dear , I wrote to you very lately, but that is no reason why I should not write to you again. I dare say you have written to me since number four, and I should not wonder if you had been weak enough to put, or cause your letter to be put, into a ship, thinking that the most likely mode of getting a letter to India; but no ships ever happen to come here. We send a great many to England, and her conduct in returning none is unhandsome and unfair. If you were to catch a camel, fill two hampers with letters, and put them on its back, I believe he would find his way here, overland. The mercantile people here have some unknown means of carrying on communication with
