Sat. / My dear Henschel / if I don't turn up / tomorrow night it will / be because the weather / keeps me prisoner - but / I do hope to go to you / - I want to see you, & / to hear music, & to / smoke & to lounge in / a morning coat. / but its long since I / have been out of a night / and this winter I have / been about ten deep / in savage colds. / but go I will, if I possibly / can. / anyhow my love to / you & yours. / Yourstruly / E Burne-Jones