Ever yours affectionately,
T.H. Huxley.
Hodeslea, Eastbourne, March 18, 1892.
My dear Donnelly,
My wife got better and was out for a while yesterday, but she is knocked up again to-day.
It would have been very pleasant to see you both, but you must not come down till we get fixed with a new cook and maid, as I believe we are to be in a week or so. None of your hotel-going!
I mourn over the departure of the present cookie—I believe she is going for no other reason than that she is afraid the house will fall on such ungodly people as we are, and involve her in the ruins. That is the modern martyrdom—you don't roast infidels, but people who can roast go to the pious.
Lovely day to-day, nothing but east wind to remind one it is not summer.—Crocuses coming out at last.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.