1892 



LETTERS 261 



I write ttis net that I imagine you would think of 

 going, but because my last note spoke so decidedly of my 

 own intention. 



But who could have anticipated this sudden reversion 

 to Arctic conditions ? — Ever yours affectionately, 



T. H. Huxley. 



HoDESLEA, Eastbourne, 

 March 18, 1892. 



Mt dear Donnelly — My wife got better and was out 

 for a while yesterday, but she is knocked up again, to-day. 



It would have been very pleasant to see you both, but 

 you must not come down till we get fixed with a new 

 cook and maid, as I believe we are to be in a week or so. 

 None of your hotel-going ! 



I mourn over the departure of the present cookie — I 

 believe she is going for no other reason than that she is 

 afraid the house will fall on such ungodly people as we 

 are, and involve her in the ruins. That is the modern 

 martyrdom — you don't roast infidels, but people who can 

 roast go to the pious. 



Lovely day to-day, nothing but east wind to remind 

 one it is not summer. — Crocuses coming out at last. — 

 Ever yours veiy faithfully, T. H. Huxley. 



Hodeslea, Eastbourne, 

 March 27, 1892. 



My dear Hooker — I had to run up to town on 

 Friday and forgot your letter. The x is a puzzle — I will 

 stick by the ship as long as you do, depend upon that 

 I fear we can hardly expect to see dear old Tyndall there 

 again. As for myself, I dare not venture when snow is 

 on the ground, as on the last two occasions. And now, 

 I am sorry to say, there is another possible impediment in 

 my wife's state of health. 



I have had a very anxious time of it altogether lately. 

 But sich is life ! 



