Can man say more?—Yours very truly,
Robert Louis Stevenson.
I saw the other day that the Eternal had plagiarised from Lost Sir Massingberd: good again, sir! I wish he would plagiarise the death of Zero.
To W. H. Low
The late Sir Percy and Lady Shelley had in these days attached themselves warmly to R. L. S., and saw in his ways and character a living image of those of the poet, Sir Percy’s father, as they imagined him.
Skerryvore, Bournemouth, Jan. Somethingorother-th, 1886.
MY DEAR LOW,—I send you two photographs: they are both done by Sir Percy Shelley, the poet’s son, which may interest. The sitting down one is, I think, the best; but if they choose that, see that the little reflected light on the nose does not give me a turn-up; that would be tragic. Don’t forget “Baronet” to Sir Percy’s name.
We all think a heap of your book; and I am well pleased with my dedication.—Yours ever,
R. L. stevenson.