The high hill-villages, full of leafy trees; the grassy downs at
the top; the droop of creepers, full of flower and fragrance, over
white walls; the sapphire sea, under huge red cliffs. You will
perhaps take one of those embowered Quintas high above the town, in
a garden full of shelter and fountains. And I am much mistaken if
you do not find yourself in a very short time passionately attached
to the place. Then the people are simple, courteous, unaffected,
full of personal interest. Housekeeping has few difficulties and no
terrors.

I can't get away for a night; but I will come and dine with you one
day this week, if you can keep an evening free.

And one thing I will promise--when you are away, I will write to
you as often as I can. I shall not attempt any formal letters, but
I shall begin with anything that is in my mind, and stop when I
feel disposed; and you must do the same. We won't feel bound to
ANSWER each other's letters; one wastes time over that. What I
shall want to know is what you are thinking and doing, and I shall
take for granted you desire the same.

You will be happier, now that you KNOW; I need not add that if I
can be of any use to you in making suggestions, it will be a real
pleasure.--Ever yours,

T. B.



UPTON,