Mary would send her best love, but I write at office.
The £l came safe.
MY dear C.—I but just received your commission-abounding letter. All shall be done. Make your European heart easy in Malta, all shall be performed. You say I am to transcribe off part of your letters and: send to X somebody (but the name is lost under the wafer, so you must give it me)—I suppose Wordswth.
I have been out of town since Saturday, the reason I had not your letter before. N.B. N.B. Knowing I had 2 or 3 Easter holydays, it was my intention to have ask’d you if my accompanying you to Portsmth would have been pleasant. But you were not visible, except just at the critical moment of going off from the Inn, at which time I could not get at you. So Deus aliter disposuit, and I went down into Hertfordshire.
I write in great bustle indeed—God bless you again. Attend to what I have written mark’d X above, and don’t merge any part of your Orders under seal again.
