Down
Saturday
My own dearest
The conclusion of your letter does leave me with some hopes, almost as much as I had yesterday. It is a blessing that our darling does not suffer, & I hope that even the vomitting does not cause much. How kind of Dr Gully to sleep in the house. & must have been a great support to you Now dear Fanny is with you, you must let her experienced eye do some of the watching,1 tho’ I know what an effort it must be to leave her for a moment, but you will be quite exhausted. Aunt F.2 helps me through the long hours of suspense, & I feel quite unnatural sometimes in being able to talk of other things. Poor little sweet child I often think of the precious look she gave you the only one I suppose. No wonder she would brighten up at your sight you were always the tenderest of human beings to her & comforted her so on all occasions.
I am sadly afraid we shall not hear tomorrow The morning is the only chance Mr Acton3 says.
Goodbye my dearest. I shall probably send for Etty4 on Monday. God bless you I know you would suffer. Yours my beloved E.D.
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-1404,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on