But feel at heart quite cheerly.
We’ll go as fast, or nearly,
Without, as with him, clearly.
Now to take my leave, and remain, as ever, your
Charles.
* * * * *
Castel Branco, July 1809.
I received dear Mamsey’s letter, by which my mind was relieved respecting her anxiety.
The moment I heard there was fighting I wrote, but feared you would not get my letter in time enough to be spared that cruel suspense.
It will at least be some time before you need begin to think of being anxious again.