Yours gratefully and affectionately,
J.H. Ewing.
To Mrs. Jelf.
January 22, 1885.
Dearest M.,
I am so pleased you like the brazen candlesticks.
I have long wanted to tell you how lovely I thought all your Xmas cards. Auntie's snow scene was exquisite—and your Angels have adorned my sick-room for nearly a month! Most beautiful.
I know you'll be glad I had my first "decent" night last night—since December 18!—No very lengthy vigils and no pain to speak of. No pain to growl about to-day. A great advance.
Indeed, dear—I should not only be glad but grateful to go to you by and by for a short fillip. Dr. L—— would have sent me away now if weather, etc. were fit—or I could move.
After desperate struggles—made very hard by illness—I hope to see "Lætus" in May at one shilling. Gordon Browne doing well. Do you object to the ending of "Lætus"—to Lady Jane having another son, etc.? Do the Farrants? My dear love to them. This bitter—sunless, lifeless weather must have tried Kitty very much.