50 Wimpole Street, March 20, 1845.
Whenever i delay to write to you, dear Mr. Browning, it is not, be sure, that I take my 'own good time' but submit to my own bad time. [...]
Mr. Chorley made me quite laugh the other dy by recommending Mary Howitt's "Improvistatore" with a sort of deprecating reference to the descriptions in the book - just as if I never read a novel - I! - I wrote a confession back to him which made him shake his head - perhaps - & now I confess to you, unprovoked. [...]
Ever & truly yours,