My dear Hooker,
I have just left the x "Archives" here for you. I left them on my table by mischance when I came here on the x day.
I have a piece of family news for you. My youngest daughter Ethel is going to marry John Collier.
I have always been a great advocate for the triumph of common sense and justice in the "Deceased Wife's Sister" business—and only now discover, that I had a sneaking hope that all of my own daughters would escape that experiment!
They are quite suited to one another and I would not wish a better match for her. And whatever annoyances and social pin-pricks may come in Ethel's way, I know nobody less likely to care about them.
We shall have to go to Norway, I believe, to get the business done.
In the meantime, my wife (who has been laid up with bronchitic cold ever since we came home) and I have had as much London as we can stand, and are off to-morrow to Eastbourne again, but to more sheltered quarters.
I hope Lady Hooker and you are thriving. Don't conceal the news from her, as my wife is always accusing me of doing.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.