was worth any money—‘the pleasant, the cool, the silent.’ But I am very tired to-day. However we have no company to dinner all this week, bless their hearts! and we are going to take a quiet late drive.
Fanny seems very well and prosperous, and says it is really cold, part of the day at Raj Mahl.
We have been here a whole year this day, so I must write to you, and I think I will send off my letter. George says it seems like half a year, I think it seems like twenty. But there is much to be thankful for. We are all (as far as we know) well on both sides of the water; we have had no misfortune to bear, or to tell; and I feel to know you more and to love you better, and to be more intimate and devoted to you than ever. The thread has been drawn out to its utmost length, but it has not an idea of breaking, has it, dear? and it grows more like a rope every day. If they won’t let us go home soon it will be a cable. I grudge the loss of your society, and your look, and your voice; but still at the end of this whole year of
