2441. EBB to RB
As published in The Brownings’ Correspondence, 13, 88–89.
Saturday [Postmark: 27 June 1846]
I said I would answer your letter today, my beloved, but how shall I say more than I have said & you know? Do you not know, you who will not will ‘over’ me, that I cannot will against you, & that if you set yourself seriously to take september for october, & august for september, it is all at an end with me & the calendar? Still, seriously .. there is time for deciding, is there not? .. even if I grant to you which I do at once, that the road does not grow smoother for us by prolonged delays. The single advantage perhaps of delay, is, that in the summer I get stronger every week & fitter to travel—& then, it never was thought of before (that I have heard) to precede september so. Last year, was I not ordered to leave England in October, & permitted to leave it in November? Yet I agree, November & perhaps October might be late—might be running a risk through lingering .. in our case; & you will believe me when I say I should be loth to run the risk of being forced to the further delay of a year—the position being scarcely tenable– Now, for September, it generally passes for a hot month—it ripens the peaches—it is the figtime in Italy. Well—nobody decides for September nevertheless. The end of August is nearer—& at any rate we can consider, & observe the signs of the heavens & earth in the meanwhile—there is so much to think of first; & the end, remember, is only too frightfully easy. Also you shall not have it on your conscience to have killed me, let ever so much snow fall in september. If the sea should be frozen over, almost we might go by the land—might we not? & apart from fabulous ports, there are the rivers—the seine, the soane [sic], the rhone—which might be cheaper than the sea & the steamers,—& would, I almost should fancy. These are things among the multitude, to think of, & you shall think of them, dearest, in your wisdom. Oh—there is time—full time.
No—there is not, in a sense. I wanted to write so much more, so much—& I went out to walk first, &, on returning, met Mr Kenyon, who came up stairs with me.
Now it is too late to add a word.
May God bless you. I shall see you on monday. I am better for Highgate– I walked longer today than usual. How strong you make me, you who make me happy!–
I am your own.
Address: Robert Browning Esqre / New Cross / Hatcham / Surrey.
Postmark: PD 8NT JU27 1846 C.
Dockets, in RB’s hand: 208.; + June 29. Monday. / 3–6.p.m. (74.) [sic, for 75].
Publication: RB-EBB, pp. 820–821.
Manuscript: Wellesley College.