Quickly, by the steamer, the spectacles. Seven pair of white ones, long; five others, long too, but like those you wear, black and light.
[No signature.]
Lady Hester Stanhope to Dr. M.
Jôon, May 6, 1839.
The Vapour is expected in a few days. I am much better, but not yet well enough to make a little drawing, necessary to explain something I want you to get done for me. * * * * *
Thank God for my nerves:—would you sleep alone in a room with this girl [Zezefoon]? And, besides she told me, the other day, that she had only teeth for those who displeased her, and therefore you see she is not ashamed of herself: but I think no more of her than of a little babe, and sleep on quietly. All in the house have made wry faces after this affair—even Logmagi, who would not like to be bitten a second time.
I did not write to you before I had answered the “Morning Chronicle;” for I feared that perhaps my letter to you might be read, and so spoil all.
As yet, all things remain as before: what strange people! No answer from any one. Not one Englishman has set his foot in Syria since this business.
Some one—I suppose you—sent me the “Life of Lord Edward Fitzgerald.” It is I who could give a true and most extraordinary history of all those transactions. The book is all stuff. The duchess (Lord Edward’s mother) was my particular friend, as was also his aunt: I was intimate with all the family, and knew that noted Pamela. All the books I see make me sick—only catch-penny nonsense.