CHAPTER XVI.
I have a great many letters from G.H.Lewes, and from George Eliot.
Many of the latter are addressed to my wife.

And many, especially of those from Lewes, relating as they do mainly to matters of literary business, though always containing characteristic touches, are not of sufficient general interest to make it worth while to transcribe them for publication.

In no case is there any word in any of them that would make it expedient to withhold them on any other ground.

I might perhaps have introduced them into my narrative as nearly as possible at the times to which chronologically they refer.

But it has seemed to me so probable that there may be many readers who may be glad of an opportunity of seeing these letters without feeling disposed to give their time to the rest of these volumes, that I have thought it best to throw them together in this place.
I will begin with one written from Blandford Square, by George Eliot to me, which is of great interest.