My dear Fanny--Your Letter to me at Bedhampton hurt me very much,--What objection can there be to your receiving a Letter from me? At Bedhampton I was unwell and did not go out of the Garden Gate but twice or thrice during the fortnight I was there--Since I came back I have been taking care of myself--I have been obliged to do so, and am now in hopes that by this care I shall get rid of a sore throat which has haunted me at intervals nearly a twelvemonth. I had always a presentiment of not being able to succeed in persuading Mr. Abbey to let you remain longer at School--I am very sorry that he will not consent. I recommend you to keep up all that you know and to learn more by yourself however little. The time will come when you will be more pleased with Life--look forward to that time and, though it may appear a trifle be careful not to let the idle and retired Life you lead fix any awkward habit or behaviour on you--whether you sit or walk endeavour to let it be in a seemly and if possible a graceful manner. We have been very little together: but you have not the less been with me in thought. You have no one in the world besides me who would sacrifice anything for you--I feel myself the only Protector you have. In all your little troubles think of me with the thought that there is at least one person in England who if he could would help you out of them--I live in hopes of being able to make you happy.--I should not perhaps write in this manner, if it were not for the fear of not being able to see you often or long together. I am in hopes Mr. Abbey will not object any more to your receiving a letter now and then from me. How unreasonable! I want a few more lines from you for George--there are some young Men, acquaintances of a Schoolfellow of mine, going out to Birkbeck's at the latter end of this Month--I am in expectation every day of hearing from George--I begin to fear his last letters miscarried. I shall be in town to-morrow--if you should not be in town, I shall send this little parcel by the Walthamstow Coach--I think you will like Goldsmith--Write me soon-- Your affectionate Brother JOHN ----. Mrs. Dilke has not been very well--she is gone a walk to town to-day for exercise. XCII.--TO GEORGE AND GEORGIANA KEATS. Sunday Morn{g.} February 14, [1819].