7 January 1807 – Thursday – from Southampton

My dear Cassandra

You were mistaken in supposing I should expect your letter on Sunday; I had no idea of hearing from you before Tuesday, and my pleasure yesterday was therefore unhurt by any previous disappointment.  I thank you for writing so much; you must really have sent me the value of two letters in one.  We are extremely glad to hear that Elizabeth is so much better, and hope you will be sensible of still further amendment in her when you return from Canterbury.  Of your visit there I must now speak ‘incessantly’; it surprises, but pleases me more, and I consider it as a very just and honourable distinction of you, and not less to the credit of Mrs Knight.  I have no doubt of your spending your time with her most pleasantly in quiet and rational conversation, and am so far from thinking her expectations of you will be deceived, that my only fear is of your being so agreeable, so much to her taste, as to make her wish to keep you with her for ever.  If that should be the case, we must move to Canterbury, which I should not like so well as Southampton.

When you receive this, our guests will be all gone or going; and I shall be left to the comfortable disposal of my time, to ease of mind from the torments of rice puddings and apple dumplings, and probably to regret that I did not take more pains to please them all.  Mrs J. Austen has asked me to return with her to Steventon; I need not give my answer; and she has invited my mother to spend there the time of Mrs F. A.’s confinement, which she seems half inclined to do.

A few days ago I had a letter from Miss Irvine, and as I was in her debt, you will guess it to be a remonstrance, not a very severe one, however; the first page is in her usual retrospective, jealous, inconsistent style, but the remainder is chatty and harmless.  She supposes my silence may have proceeded from resentment of her not having written to inquire particularly after my hooping cough, &c.  She is a funny one.  I have answered her letter, and have endeavoured to give something like the truth with as little incivility as I could, by placing my silence to the want of subject in the very quiet way in which we live.  Phebe has repented, and stays.  I have also written to Charles, and I answered Miss Buller’s letter by return of post, as I intended to tell you in my last.  Two or three things I recollected when it was too late, that I might have told you; one is, that the Welbys have lost their eldest son by a putrid fever at Eton, and another that Tom Chute is going to settle in Norfolk.

You have scarcely ever mentioned Lizzy since your being at Godmersham.  I hope it is not because she is altered for the worse.  I cannot yet satisfy Fanny as to Mrs Foote’s baby’s name, and I must not encourage her to expect a good one, as Captain Foote is a professed adversary to all but the plainest; he likes only Mary, Elizabeth, Anne, &c.  Our best chance is of ‘Caroline’, which in compliment to a sister seems the only exception.  He dined with us on Friday, and I fear will not soon venture again, for the strength of our dinner was a boiled leg of mutton, underdone even for James; and Captain Foote has a particular dislike to underdone mutton; but he was so good-humoured and pleasant that I did not much mind his being starved.  He gives us all the most cordial invitation to his house in the country, saying just what the Williams ought to say to make us welcome. Of them we have seen nothing since you left us, and we hear that they are just gone to Bath again, to be out of the way of further alterations at Brooklands.

Mrs. F.A. has had a very agreeable letter from Mrs Dickson, who was delighted with the purse, and desires her not to provide herself with a christening dress, which is exactly what her young correspondent wanted; and she means to defer making any of the caps as long as she can, in hope of having Mrs D’s present in time to be serviceable as a pattern.  She desires me to tell you that the gowns were cut out before your letter arrived, but that they are long enough for Caroline.  The Beds, as I believe they are called, have fallen to Frank’s share to continue, and of course are cut out to admiration.

‘Alphonsine’ did not do.  We were disgusted in twenty pages, as, independent of a bad translation, it has indelicacies which disgrace a pen hitherto so pure; and we changed it for the ‘Female Quixote’, which now makes our evening amusement; to me a very high one, as I find the work quite equal to what I remembered it.  Mrs F.A., to whom it is new, enjoys it as one could wish; the other Mary, I believe, has little pleasure from that or any other book.

My mother does not seem at all more disappointed than ourselves at the termination of the family treaty; she thinks less of that just now than of the comfortable state of her own finances, which she finds on closing her year’s accounts beyond her expectation, as she begins the new year with a balance of 30l. in her favour; and when she has written her answer to my aunt, which you know always hangs a little upon her mind, she will be above the world entirely.  You will have a great deal of unreserved discourse with Mrs K., I dare say, upon this subject, as well as upon many other of our family matters.  Abuse every-body but me.

[Note: the letter continues on the next day, Thursday, 8 Jan 1807]

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