February the 27th, 1773.
Dear Madam,
THE DELIGHTS OF HIS OWN HOME.
After having been silent longer perhaps than I ought to have been, suffering post after post to slide away with a firm resolution to write the very next (and what is one day's difference?), I am now as usual driven to the sound of the bell and the verge of eleven. Will you for once accept as a letter the information that I am perfectly well, and that I only wish you as happily settled in a house at Bath as I am in London? Holroyd admires Brook Street, but not the side where his father lives.[184] The opposite side has a fine prospect from the back rooms.
Adieu! Dear Madam, and either in long or short letters, believe me,
Ever yours,
E. G.