Chipping Norton
Oct 5 /77
My Darling Eugénie,
I know you like to receive a letter from me on a Sunday and so I will write a few lines, for you have been so good in writing very quickly lately and your nice affectionate letters make me very happy, I did not in the least expect to hear to-day and so it was a very pleasant surprise.
I have not yet made any arrangement about coming over but hope to start about three weeks to-day, how happy I shall be to take my darling to my heart again and tell her, though I hope and believe she knows, how precious she is and always must be to me! I, too, think we shall have a great deal to talk over about our future home, I often wish now that you were near enough to see and give your opinion about various little matters for there is so much, in fact everything, to be done and I am so anxious that my Eugénie should have things as much as possible to her taste.
I have to-day started with the garden which has been, if possible, more neglected than the house, I shall make a very clean sweep but then in this instance I feel more up to the work, in the house I must leave many little items to be filled in according to your taste as it will be better so and besides which it take all the time get the tradespeople out of the house, I shall give up my present residence about the last week in November.
You ask me why I seem to wish the time to go on, ah, my darling, I think you need not guess more than once, I must wish the days to pass so long as we are parted.
And so Papa is away for a few days, I am glad his cold is better, he does not seem to feel the fatigues of travelling much, considering his age.
When you dine with Ned & Martha on Sunday remember me to them, tell Martha Frank was here a short time since but in the absence of George he escaped much chaff.
I heard from Charlotte to-day she is going to write to you soon but says she will not be able to leave this month.
I am glad you suggested venetian blinds for the drawing room for they will be better, and keep the sun out of the room.
I shall like a pair of slippers worked by you, my love, Charlotte once did me some.
And now I must say good-night for it is very late.
God bless you, my own, own darling Eugénie,
Ever believe me
Your most affectionate
Julius Sladden
