know
that among that strange audience I have just such a kind well-wisher as
he is, to keep up whatever courage I have.

Perhaps you may yet see me in Dublin, for the manager wishes me to renew
my engagement after the first six nights; and, of course, if he pays me
my terms, I shall be glad to remain there as long as he likes.

Give my dear love to dear Dorothy. I am thoroughly worn out, and feel
quite unwell; and oh, how cold it will be in that railroad carriage
to-morrow!

God bless you, dear.

Ever yours,
FANNY.

ALBION HOTEL, MANCHESTER, Monday, 15th.
MY DEAR HAL,

I cannot tell you exactly _all_ why I dislike writing letters, because
my dislike is made up of so many elements. One reason is that the limits
of a letter do not permit of one's saying satisfactorily what one has to
say upon any subject. I think frequently that my letters must be highly
unsatisfactory because of my tendency to discussion, which makes them
more like imperfect essays than letters, the chief charm and use of
which is to tell of daily events, interests, and occurrences; how one
is, what one does, where one goes, etc. Now, while I fear my letters
must be unsatisfactory to my friends because they seldom contain details
of this sort, they are still more so to me, because I have neither room
nor time in them to say anything about anything as I wish to say it.
Then, I have an indescribable impatience of the mere mechanical process.

You say that I talk, though I do not write, willingly to my friends,
but whenever I get upon any subject that interests me, with anybody whom
I am not afraid of wearying, I talk till I have said all I have to say;
and though I never spoke about anything that I cared for without
afterwards perceiving that I had left unsaid many important things upon
the subject while I spoke, I spoke all that came into my mind at the
time. In writing this is never the case, and fast as my pen flies, it
seems to me to stick to the paper; while in speaking, what with my
voice, my face, and my whole body, I manage to convey an immensity of
matter (stuff, you know, I mean) in an incredibly short time. Impatience
of all my limitations, therefore, is one cause of my dislike to
letter-writing.

You say that I do not object to conversation, though I do to
correspondence: and it is quite true that I someti