for I cannot recollect that we have done anything very good lately except stew ourselves to jellies at the theatre. The opera was really wonderfully well got up for such small means as they have, and I thought ‘the ’ did the dumb girl wonderfully, considering she does not understand a word of French, and therefore never knew what she was making signs to.
My dearest Sister,—Do you think, hot and weary as I am, I could run off all at once a letter to you to go off per ‘Bolton,’ which sails early to-morrow? I do not much care if I cannot, because she is to stop at Madras and the Cape, very much as if the post to East Combe went round by Battersea and Langley as far as time is concerned; so any other ship would do better, only it is a long time since I have written to you and I feel uncomfortable about it. I had meant to write to you as I did to on the anniversary of our arrival here, only I knew you would not believe it was only a year; it is ten, is not it? You are a sort of
