Of course, you will not show the manuscript to any one—and write to me by return of post, at which time the play will be ready to be sent.
I expect soon to write again, and it shall be a less selfish letter. As to Ollier, I don’t know what has been published, or what has arrived at his hands.—My “Prometheus,” though ready, I do not send till I know more.
Ever yours, most faithfully,
P. B. S.
FOOTNOTES:
[23] We had lost our eldest, and, at that time, only child, the preceding month at Rome.—[Note by Mrs. Shelley.]
[24] This refers of course (as the sequel shows still more fully) to The Cenci.—Ed.
[25] Coleridge’s tragedy of Remorse, performed at Drury Lane in 1813.—Ed.