Before this, however, I must go and take a walk, because the sun shines beautifully, and
"I must breathe some vital air,
If any's to be found in Cavendish Square."
I'm sorry to say we are going to leave this comfortable lodging and our courteous landlord, whose civilities to me are most touching. I do not know what my father intends doing, but he talked of taking a house at Brompton. What a distance from everything, for him and for me!
I have just had a kind note from the M——s, again earnestly bidding me down to Hampshire; another affectionate invitation from Lord and Lady Dacre to the Hoo, and a warm and sympathizing letter from Amelia Twiss, for whom, as you know, I entertain even a greater regard and esteem than for her sisters....
My dear Hal, when my father told me that he was going to Brighton for three weeks, it seemed quite impossible that we should sail for America on December 4th. Now that that question is settled, at any rate temporarily, I feel restored to something like calm, and think I shall probably go and see the M——s, and perhaps run down to Hastings to visit—Dorothy Wilson, of course.
God bless you, dear. Does Dorothy write better about nothing than I do?
Ever yours,
Fanny.
The Hoo, Welwyn, Herts, December, 1845.
My dearest Hal,