I stretch a point indeed, my dearest Madam, when I answer your card on the rack of my present agony.
– Your friendship, Madam! by Heavens, I was never proud before.
– Your lines, I maintain it, are Poetry; and good Poetry; mine, were indeed partly fiction, and partly a friendship which had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me – God of love only knows where.
– Time is too short for ceremonies-I swear solemnly (in all the tenor of my former oath) to remember you in all the pride and warmth of friendship until-I cease to be!
– Tomorrow, and every day till I see you, you shall hear from me. Farewell! May you enjoy a better night’s repose than I am likely to have.