Devonshire Terrace, Wednesday, March 10th, 1841.
My dear Milnes,
I thank you very much for the "Nickleby" correspondence, which I will keep for a day or two, and return when I see you. Poor fellow! The long letter is quite admirable, and most affecting.
I am not quite sure either of Friday or Saturday, for, independently of the "Clock" (which for ever wants winding), I am getting a young brother off to New Zealand just now, and have my mornings sadly cut up in consequence. But, knowing your ways, I know I may say that I will come if I can; and that if I can't I won't.
That Nellicide was the act of Heaven, as you may see any of these fine mornings when you look about you. If you knew the pain it gave me—but what am I talking of? if you don't know, nobody does. I am glad to shake you by the hand again autographically,
And am always,
Faithfully yours.
Mr. George Cattermole.
Devonshire Terrace, Tuesday, February 9th.
My dear George,
My notes tread upon each other's heels. In my last I quite forgot business.