Letter from Mary Shelley to Percy Bysshe Shelley London the 25th of October, 1842.
Shelley. So what a minute did I see you yesterday?
Is this the way, my beloved, that we are to live till the sixth in the morning?
I look for you. And when I awake, I turn to look on you. Dearest Shelley, you are solitary and uncomfortable.
Why can't I be with you? To cheer you and to press you to my heart.
My love, you have no friends. Why then, should you be torn from the only one who has affection for you?
But I shall see you tonight. And that is the hope that I shall live on through the day.
Be happy, dear, shouting, and think of me. Why do I say this, dearest and only one?
I know how tenderly you love me and how you opine at this absence from me.
When should we be free from fear of treachery? I send you the letter I told you from Harriet and a letter we received yesterday from Fanny.
The history of this interview, I will tell you and I come that perhaps that it is already a day.
Fanny will not be allowed to come at all. My love, my own won't be happy.
I was so dreadfully tired yesterday that I was obliged to take a coach home.
Forgive this extravagance, but I am so very weak at present and I've been so agitated through the day that I was not able to stand a morning rest.
However, will that be quite right again? I shall be quite well when I meet you this evening.
Will you be at the door of the coffee house at 5:00? That is disagreeable to go into those places and I shall be there exactly at that time.
And I we will go to St Paul's where we can sit down.
I send you Diogenes as you have no books, hook a miserable temper does not to send the books I asked for.