February, and be away a month; and they will live in tents, and travel on elephants, and see wild rhinoceroses, and do all the things that ought to be done in India; and ’s heart is quite set upon it; and in many ways I think it will be a very good break in their Calcutta life.
God bless you.
I write and write, because I am determined to believe that you are you, that London is London, that England is England, and that the whole Western world is not a clever and finished fancy of my own imagination. The latest written sign of its existence was dated July 28, and now it only wants a week to Christmas. Newspapers to the end of August have found their way here from Bombay, but not a single letter, public or private. I expect when you return to England that you will see after the sailing of the ships yourself, and not let them go on in this careless, irregular way. In the meantime I sha’n’t write about it.
You will have turned over such a number of
