Faithfully yours.
Mr. William Longman.
Doughty Street, Monday Morning.
My dear Sir,
On Friday I have a family dinner at home—uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, cousins—an annual gathering.
By what fatality is it that you always ask me to dine on the wrong day?
While you are tracing this non-consequence to its cause, I wish you would tell Mr. Sydney Smith that of all the men I ever heard of and never saw, I have the greatest curiosity to see and the greatest interest to know him.
Begging my best compliments at home,
I am, my dear Sir,
Faithfully yours.