BROADSTAIRS, _Tuesday, Sept. 3rd, 1850._
MY DEAREST KATE,
I enclose a few lines from Georgy, and write these to say that I purpose going home at some time on Thursday, but I cannot say precisely when, as it depends on what work I do to-morrow. Yesterday Charles Knight, White, Forster, Charley, and I walked to Richborough Castle and back. Knight dined with us afterwards; and the Whites, the Bicknells, and Mrs. Gibson came in in the evening and played vingt-et-un.
Having no news I must tell you a story of Sydney. The children, Georgy, and I were out in the garden on Sunday evening (by-the-bye, I made a beautiful pa.s.sage down, and got to Margate a few minutes after one), when I asked Sydney if he would go to the railroad and see if Forster was coming. As he answered very boldly "Yes," I opened the garden-gate, upon which he set off alone as fast as his legs would carry him; and being pursued, was not overtaken until he was through the Lawn House Archway, when he was still going on at full speed--I can"t conceive where. Being brought back in triumph, he made a number of fict.i.tious starts, for the sake of being overtaken again, and we made a regular game of it. At last, when he and Ally had run away, instead of running after them, we came into the garden, shut the gate, and crouched down on the ground. Presently we heard them come back and say to each other with some alarm, "Why, the gate"s shut, and they"re all gone!" Ally began in a dismayed way to cry out, but the Phenomenon shouting, "Open the gate!"
sent an enormous stone flying into the garden (among our heads) by way of alarming the establishment. I thought it a wonderful piece of character, showing great readiness of resource. He would have fired a perfect battery of stones, or very likely have broken the pantry window, I think, if we hadn"t let him in.
They are all in great force, and send their loves. They are all much excited with the expectation of receiving you on Friday, and would start me off to fetch you now if I would go.
Our train on Friday will be half-past twelve. I have spoken to Georgy about the partridges, and hope we may find some.
Ever, my dearest Kate, Most affectionately.
[Sidenote: Miss Mary Boyle.]
BROADSTAIRS, KENT, _Monday Night, Sept. 16th, 1850._
MY DEAR MISS BOYLE,
Your letter having arrived in time for me to write a line by the evening post, I came out of a paroxysm of "Copperfield," to say that I am _perfectly delighted_ to read it, and to know that we are going to act together in that merry party. We dress "Every Man" in Queen Elizabeth"s time. The acting copy is much altered from the old play, but we still smooth down phrases when needful. I don"t remember anyone that is changed. Georgina says she can"t describe the dress Mrs. Kitely used to wear. I shall be in town on Sat.u.r.day, and will then get Maclise to make me a little sketch, of it, carefully explained, which I will post to you. At the same time I will send you the book. After consideration of forces, it has occurred to me (old Ben being, I daresay, rare; but I _do_ know rather heavy here and there) that Mrs. Inchbald"s "Animal Magnetism," which we have often played, will "go" with a greater laugh than anything else. That book I will send you on Sat.u.r.day too. You will find your part (Lisette, I think it is called, but it is a waiting-maid) a most admirable one; and I have seen people laugh at the piece until they have hung over the front of the boxes like ripe fruit. You may dress the part to please yourself after reading it. We wear powder. I will take care (bringing a theatrical hairdresser for the company) of your wig! We will rehea.r.s.e the two pieces when we go down, or at least anything with which you have to do, over and over again. You will find my company so well used to it, and so accustomed to consider it a grave matter of business, as to make it easy. I am now awaiting the French books with a view to "Rockingham," and I hope to report of that too, when I write to you on Sat.u.r.day.
My dear Miss Boyle, very faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Miss Mary Boyle.]
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _Friday, Sept. 20th, 1850._
MY DEAR MISS BOYLE,
I enclose you the book of "Animal Magnetism," and the book of "Every Man in his Humour;" also a sketch by Mr. Maclise of a correct and picturesque Mrs. Kitely. Mr. Forster is Kitely; Mr. Lemon, Brainworm; Mr. Leech, Master Matthew; Mr. Jerrold, Master Stephen; Mr. Stone, Downright. Kitely"s dress is a very plain purple gown, like a Bluecoat-boy"s. Downright"s dress is also very sober, chiefly brown and gray. All the rest of us are very bright. I am flaming red. Georgina will write you about your colour and hers in "Animal Magnetism;" the gayer the better. I am the Doctor, in black, with red stockings. Mr.
Lemon (an excellent actor), the valet, as far as I can remember, in blue and yellow, and a chintz waistcoat. Mr. Leech is the Marquis, and Mr.
Egg the one-eyed servant.
What do you think of doing "Animal Magnetism" as the last piece (we may play three in all, I think) at Rockingham? If so, we might make Quin the one-eyed servant, and beat up with Mrs. Watson for a Marquis. Will you tell me what you think of this, addressed to Broadstairs? I have not heard from Bulwer again. I daresay I have crossed a letter from him by coming up to-day; but I have every reason to believe that the last week in October is the time.
Ever very faithfully yours.
P.S.--This is quite a managerial letter, which I write with all manner of appointments and business discussions going on about me, having my pen on the paper and my eye on "Household Words," my head on "Copperfield" and my ear nowhere particularly.
I will let you know about "A Day after the Wedding." I have sent for the book on Monday.
[Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.]
BROADSTAIRS, KENT, _September 24th, 1850._
MY DEAR MRS. WATSON,
Coming out of "Copperfield" into a condition of temporary and partial consciousness, I plunge into histrionic duties, and hold enormous correspondence with Miss Boyle, between whom and myself the most portentous packets are continually pa.s.sing. I send you a piece we purpose playing last at Rockingham, which "my company" played in London, Scotland, Manchester, Liverpool, and I don"t know where else. It is one of the most ridiculous things ever done. We purpose, as I have said, playing it last. Why do I send it to you? Because there is an excellent part (played in my troupe by George Cruikshank) for your brother in it--Jeffrey; with a black patch on his eye, and a lame leg, he would be charming--n.o.ble! If he is come home, give him my love and tell him so.
If he is not come home, do me that favour when he does come. And add that I have a wig for him belonging to the part, which I have an idea of sending to the Exposition of "51, as a triumph of human ingenuity.
I am the Doctor; Miss Boyle, Lisette; Georgy, the other little woman. We have nearly arranged our "bill" for Rockingham. We shall want one more reasonably good actor, besides your brother and Miss Boyle"s, to play the Marquis in this piece. Do you know a being endowed by nature with the requisite qualities?
There are some things in the next "Copperfield" that I think better than any that have gone before. After I have been believing such things with all my heart and soul, two results always ensue: first, I can"t write plainly to the eye; secondly, I can"t write sensibly to the mind. So "Copperfield" is to blame, and I am not, for this wandering note; and if you like it, you"ll forgive me. With my affectionate remembrances to Watson,
Ever, my dear Mrs. Watson, Very faithfully yours.
P.S.--I find I am not equal to the flourish.
[Sidenote: Miss Mary Boyle.]
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _Wednesday, Oct 30th, 1850._
MY DEAR MISS BOYLE,
We are all extremely concerned and distressed to lose you. But we feel that it cannot be otherwise, and we do not, in our own expectation of amus.e.m.e.nt, forget the sad cause of your absence.
Bulwer was here yesterday; and if I were to tell you how earnestly he and all the other friends whom you don"t know have looked forward to the projected a.s.sociation with you, and in what a friendly spirit they all express their disappointment, you would be quite moved by it, I think.
Pray don"t give yourself the least uneasiness on account of the blank in our arrangements. I did not write to you yesterday, in the hope that I might be able to tell you to-day that I had replaced you, in however poor a way. I cannot do that yet, but I am busily making out some means of filling the parts before we rehea.r.s.e to-morrow night, and I trust to be able to do so in some out-of-the-way manner.
Mrs. d.i.c.kens and Bridget send you their kindest remembrances. They are bitterly disappointed at not seeing you to-day, but we all hope for a better time.
Dear Miss Boyle, Faithfully yours always.
[Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.]
DEVONSHIRE TERRACE, _Sat.u.r.day Evening, Nov. 23rd, 1850._
MY DEAR MRS. WATSON,
Being well home from Knebworth, where everything has gone off in a whirl of triumph and fired the whole length and breadth of the county of Hertfordshire, I write a short note to say that we are yours any time after Twelfth-night, and that we look forward to seeing you with the greatest pleasure. I should have made this reply to your last note sooner, but that I have been waiting to send you "Copperfield" in a new waistcoat. His tailor is so slow that it has not yet appeared; but when the resplendent garment comes home it shall be forwarded.
I have not your note at hand, but I think you said "any time after Christmas." At all events, and whatever you said, we will conclude a treaty on any terms you may propose. And if it should include any of Charley"s holidays, perhaps you would allow us to put a bra.s.s collar round his neck, and chain him up in the stable.
Kate and Georgina (who has covered herself with glory) join me in best remembrances and regards to Watson and you and all the house. I have stupendous proposals to make concerning Switzerland in the spring.
I promised Bulwer to make enquiry of you about "Miss Watson," whom he once knew and greatly wished to hear of. He a.s.sociated her (but was not clear how) with Lady Palmer.
My dear Mrs. Watson, Ever faithfully yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. Henry Bicknell.]