Even when I was asked to take the Presidency to the end of the year and agreed, I stipulated for my freedom next St. Andrew's Day.
But such strong representations were made to me by some of the younger men about the dangers of the situation, that at the last moment almost I changed my mind.
However, I wanted it to be clearly understood that the Council and the Society are, so far as I am concerned, perfectly free to put somebody else in my place next November. All I stipulate for is that my successor shall be a man of science.
I will not, if I can help it, allow the chair of the Royal Society to become the appanage of rich men, or have the noble old Society exploited by enterprising commercial gents who make their profit out of the application of science.
Mrs. President was NOT pleased—quite the contrary—but she is mollified by the kindly expressions, public and private, which have received the election.
And there are none which we both value more than yours. (I see I said that before, but I can't say it too often.)
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Hindhead, July 8, 1883.
My dear Flower,