Poor Browning! That was my first, and remains my constant reflection.

When people love each other and have lived together any time they ought to die together.

For myself I should not care in the least about dying.

The dreadful thing to me would be to live after losing, if I should ever lose, the one who has made life for me.

Of course you who all knew and valued her will feel the loss, but I cannot think of anybody's grief but his.
"The next page must be left for Polly's postscript, so I shall only send my kindest regards and wishes to Mrs.Trollope and the biggest of kisses to _la cantatrice_" [my poor girl Bice!].
"Ever faithfully yours, "G.H.