I will write no more, that you may have the answer to my kind proposition as soon as possible. _After the fortnight._ God bless you. Your ever affectionate E.B.B. * * * * * _To Miss Mitford_ 58 Welbeck Street: Tuesday, [September 1852]. Alas, no; I cannot go to you before the Saturday you name, nor for some days after, dearest friend. It is simply impossible. Wilson has not come back, nor will till the end of next week, and though I can get away from my child for two or three hours at once during the daytime, for the whole day I could not go. What would become of him, poor darling?... And I can't go to you this week, nor next week, probably. How vexatious! My comfort is that you seem to be better--much, much better--and that you have courage to think of the pony carriages and the Kingsleys of the earth. That man impressed me much, interested me much. The more you see of him, the more you will like him, is my prophecy. He has a volume of poems, I hear, close upon publication, and Robert and I are looking forward to it eagerly. Mr. Ruskin has been to see us (did I tell you that?)... We went to Denmark Hill yesterday by agreement, to see the Turners--which, by the way, are divine. I like Mr. Ruskin much, and so does Robert. Very gentle, yet earnest--refined and truthful. I like him very much. We count him among the valuable acquaintances made this year in England.... Mr. Kenyon has come back, and most other people are gone away; but he is worth more than most other people, so the advantage remains to the scale. I am delighted that you should have your dear friend Mr. Harness with you, and, for my own part, I do feel grateful to him for the good he has evidently done you. Oh, continue to be better! Don't overtire yourself--don't use improvidently the new strength. Remember the winter, and be wise; and let me see you, before it comes, looking as bright and well as I thought you last year. God bless you always. Love your ever affectionate BA. Robert's love. * * * * * _To Miss Mitford_ London: Friday, [October 6, 1852].