Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
Hodeslea, Eastbourne, February 23, 1895, 12.30 P.M.
My dear Knowles,
I have just played and won as hard a match against time as I ever knew in the days of my youth. The proofs, happily, arrived by the first post, so I got to work at them before 9, polished them off by 12, and put them into the post (myself) by 12.5. So you ought to have them by 6 P.M. And, to make your mind easy, I have just telegraphed to you to say so. But, Lord's sake! let some careful eye run over the part of which I have had no revise—for I am "capable de tout" in the way of overlooking errors.
I am very glad you like the thing. The second instalment shall be no worse.
I grieve to say that my estimation of Balfour, as a thinker, sinks lower and lower, the further I go.
God help the people who think his book an important contribution to thought! The Gigadibsians who say so are past divine assistance!
We are very glad to hear the grandchild and mother are getting on so well.
Ever yours very truly,