My dear Rice--Your amende Honorable I must call "un surcroit d'Amitie," for I am not at all sensible of anything but that you were unfortunately engaged and I was unfortunately in a hurry. I completely understand your feeling in this mistake, and find in it that balance of comfort which remains after regretting your uneasiness. I have long made up my mind to take for granted the genuine-heartedness of my friends, notwithstanding any temporary ambiguousness in their behaviour or their tongues, nothing of which however I had the least scent of this morning. I say completely understand; for I am everlastingly getting my mind into such-like painful trammels--and am even at this moment suffering under them in the case of a friend of ours.--I will tell you two most unfortunate and parallel slips--it seems down-right pre-intention--A friend says to me, "Keats, I shall go and see Severn this week."--"Ah! (says I) you want him to take your Portrait."--And again, "Keats," says a friend, "when will you come to town again?"--"I will," says I, "let you have the MS. next week." In both these cases I appeared to attribute an interested motive to each of my friends' questions--the first made him flush, the second made him look angry:--and yet I am innocent in both cases; my mind leapt over every interval, to what I saw was per se a pleasant subject with him. You see I have no allowances to make--you see how far I am from supposing you could show me any neglect. I very much regret the long time I have been obliged to exile from you: for I have one or two rather pleasant occasions to confer upon with you. What I have heard from George is favourable--I expect a letter from the Settlement itself. Your sincere friend JOHN KEATS. I cannot give any good news of Tom. LXXIX.--TO FANNY KEATS. [Hampstead,] Tuesday Morn [December 1, 1818]. My dear Fanny--Poor Tom has been so bad that I have delayed your visit hither--as it would be so painful to you both. I cannot say he is any better this morning--he is in a very dangerous state--I have scarce any hopes of him. Keep up your spirits for me my dear Fanny--repose entirely in Your affectionate Brother JOHN. LXXX.--TO GEORGE AND GEORGIANA KEATS. [Hampstead,[84] about Dec{r.} 18, 1818.]