But even in keeping the resolution there are necessary fatigues; and, do you know, I have not been well since our arrival in England.

My first step ashore was into a puddle and a fog, and I began to cough before we reached London.

The quality of the air does _not_ agree with me, that's evident.

For nearly five years I have had no such cough nor difficulty of breathing, and my friends, who at first sight thought me looking well, must forbear all compliments for the future, I think, I get so much paler every day.

Next week we send Wilson to see her mother near Sheffield and _the baby with her_, which is a great stroke of fortitude in me; only what I can't bear is to see him crying because she is gone away.