Far be it from me to say one word against any decision to stick to business. You know how much I honour it, and feel it worth sacrifices; and, somehow, its regular duties seem to give ballast to characters.... We shall miss you at Erleigh.
190, Marylebone Road,
December 29th, 1891.
To Miss Harris.
We have just parted from our Christmas party of dear ones. Mama, Minnie, Edmund, and Florence left yesterday, and Margy[[120]] on Sunday. Miranda and I are settling in to our usual most interesting daily work again, in this new home, which is becoming very dear.
“As catching up to-day and yesterday
In a perfect chord of love.”
I wish thou had’st ever seen it. Perhaps, when spring time comes again, thou may’st come. Larksfield, too, would interest thee; and thou would’st find it grown, I think.
March 31st, 1892.
To Sydney Cockerell.