We are in very comfortable rooms in 58 Welbeck Street, and my sister Henrietta is some twenty doors away.

To-morrow Robert and I are going to Wimbledon for a day to dear Mr.Kenyon, who looks radiantly well and has Mr.Landor for a companion just now.

Imagine the uproar and turmoil of our first days in London, and believe that I think of you faithfully and tenderly through all.

I am overjoyed to see my sisters, who look well on the whole ...

and they and everybody assure me that I show a very satisfactory face to my country, as far as improved looks go.
What nonsense one writes when one has but a moment to write in.