About has the character of romancing a little.
Not a word do you say of your health.

Do another time.

Remember that your previous letter left you in bed.
Dearest Isa, how it touched me, your putting away the 'Saturday Review'! But dear, don't care more for me than I do for myself.

That very Review, lent to us, _we_ lent to the Storys.

Dear, the abuse of the press is the justification of the poems; so don't be reserved about these attacks.