i was out to dinner that after-noon at three o’clock, and did not get away from it, till ten that night, when i found your card awaiting me. i was very sorry to miss you, but i will not miss you next time. i supposed you were dead, and have been wearing mourning in a most ridiculous way, and explaining it, with absurd complimentary lies about you. but i shall come out in colors now, and cheer up; and the first time i go to new york, i will look in at the sturtevant. meantimeⒶemendation, you and the family have the love of