Poor darling! I am in pain about him to-day.

Wilson goes to spend a fortnight with her mother, and I don't know how I shall be comforter enough.

There will be great wailing and gnashing of teeth certainly, and I shall be in prison for the next two weeks, and have to do all the washing and dressing myself....
Your ever affectionate BA.
* * * * * _To Miss Mitford_ 58 Welbeck Street: Saturday, September 14, 1852 [postmark].
My dearest Miss Mitford,--I am tied and bound beyond redemption for the next fortnight at least, therefore the hope of seeing you must be for _afterwards_.

I dare say you think that a child can be stowed away like other goods; but I do assure you that my child, though quite capable of being amused by his aunts for a certain number of half-hours, would break his little heart if I left him for a whole day while he had not Wilson.

When she is here, he is contented.