Hartford, Sunday.
My Dear Howells:
I want you to ask Mrs Howells to let you stay all night at the Parker House & tell lies & have an improving time, & take breakfast with me in the morning. I will have a good room for you, & a fire. Can’t you tell her it always makes you sick to go home late at night, or something like that? That sort of thing rouses Mrs Clemens’s sympathises, easily; the only trouble is to keep them up. Twichell & I talked till 2 or 3 in the morning, the night we [supped] at your house,1 & it restored his health on account of his being drooping for some time & made him much more robuster than what he was before. Will Mrs. Howells let you?2
Ys Ever
S. L. C.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L6, 315; Paine 1912, 250, excerpt; MTB, 1:536, excerpt; MTL, 1:239;MTHL, 1:53–54.
Provenance:see Howells Letters in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
supped • sup | supped [rewritten for clarity]