Is there a boy or a girl? and how is your wife? I thought of you more than once, to put it mildly. I live here comfortably enough; but I shall soon be left all alone, perhaps till Christmas. Then you may hope for correspondence--and may not I?--Your friend, R. L. S. TO W. E. HENLEY [_Monterey, October 1879._] MY DEAR HENLEY,--Herewith the _Pavilion on the Links_, grand carpentry story in nine chapters, and I should hesitate to say how many tableaux. Where is it to go? God knows. It is the dibbs that are wanted. It is not bad, though I say it; carpentry, of course, but not bad at that; and who else can carpenter in England, now that Wilkie Collins is played out? It might be broken for magazine purposes at the end of Chapter IV. I send it to you, as I dare say Payn may help, if all else fails. Dibbs and speed are my mottoes. Do acknowledge the _Pavilion_ by return. I shall be so nervous till I hear, as of course I have no copy except of one or two places where the vein would not run. God prosper it, poor _Pavilion_! May it bring me money for myself and my sick one, who may read it, I do not know how soon. Love to your wife, Anthony, and all. I shall write to Colvin to-day or to-morrow.--Yours ever, R. L. S. TO W. E. HENLEY The story spoken of in these letters as A _Vendetta in the West_ was three parts written and then given up and destroyed. [_Monterey, October 1879._] MY DEAR HENLEY,--Many thanks for your good letter, which is the best way to forgive you for your previous silence. I hope Colvin or somebody has sent me the Cornhill and the New Quarterly, though I am trying to get them in San Francisco. I think you might have sent me (1) some of your articles in the P. M. G.[24]; (2) a paper with the announcement of second edition; and (3) the announcement of the essays in Athenæum. This to prick you in the future. Again, choose, in your head, the best volume of Labiche there is, and post it to Jules Simoneau, Monterey, Monterey Co., California: do this at once, as he is my restaurant man, a most pleasant old boy with whom I discuss the universe and play chess daily. He has been out of France for thirty-five years, and never heard of Labiche. I have eighty-three pages written of a story called _A Vendetta in the West_, and about sixty pages of the first draft of the _Amateur Emigrant_. They should each cover from 130 to 150 pages when done. That is all my literary news. Do keep me posted, won't you? Your letter and Bob's made the fifth and sixth I have had from Europe in three months. At times I get terribly frightened about my work, which seems to advance too slowly. I hope soon to have a greater burden to support, and must make money a great deal quicker than I used. I may get nothing for the _Vendetta_; I may only get some forty quid for the _Emigrant_; I cannot hope to have them both done much before the end of November.