Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[On his return to England, however, a fortnight of London, interrupted though it was by a brief visit to Mr. and Mrs. Humphry Ward at the delightful old house of Great Hampden, was as much as he could stand. "I begin to discover," he writes to Sir M. Foster, "I have a heart again, a circumstance of which I had no reminder at the Maloja." So he retreated at once to Eastbourne, which had done him so much good before.]
4 Marlborough Place, September 24, 1889.
My dear Hooker,
How's a' wi' ye'? We came back from the Engadine early in the month, and are off to Eastbourne to-morrow. I rejuvenate in Switzerland and senescate (if there is no such verb, there ought to be) in London, and the sooner I am out of it the better.
When are you going to have an x? I cannot make out what has become of
Spencer, except that he is somewhere in Scotland.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
We shall be at our old quarters—3 Jevington Gardens, Eastbourne—from to-morrow onwards.