What a glorious dream; through nearly two years—without a single interval of blankness,—much less, bitter waking!
I may say that, I suppose, safely through whatever befalls!
Also I will ever say, God bless you, my dearest dearest,—my perfect angel you have been! While I am only your R.
My mother is deeply gratified at your present.
12 o’clock. On returning I find your note,
‘I will do as you wish—understand’—then I understand you are in earnest. If you do go on Monday, our marriage will be impossible for another year—the misery! You see what we have gained by waiting. We must be married directly and go to Italy. I will go for a licence to-day and we can be married on Saturday. I will call to-morrow at 3 and arrange everything with you. We can leave from Dover &c., after that,—but otherwise, impossible! Inclose the ring, or a substitute—I have not a minute to spare for the post.
Ever your own R.
R.B. to E.B.B.
4 p.m. Thursday.
[Post-mark, September 10, 1846.]