[5 September 1845]. Browning, Robert to Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

              Friday Afternoon. 

What you tell me of Dr Chambers’, “all the good of you” he said, and all I venture to infer,-this makes me most happy and thankful: do you use to attach our old τυφλας ελπιδας (and the practice of instilling them) to that medical science in which Prometheus boasted himself a proficient? I had thought the “faculty” dealt in fears, on the contrary, and scared you into obedience: but I know most about the doctors in Molière. However the joyous truth is .. must be, that you are better .. and if one could transport you quietly to Pisa,-save you all worry,-what might one not expect!

When I know your own intentions,-measures, I should say, respecting your journey-mine will of course be submitted to you-it will just be “which day next-month”?-not week, alas.

I can thank you now for this edition of your poems-I have not yet taken to read it, though-for it does not, each volume of it, open obediently to a thought, here, and here, and here, like my green books .. no, my Sister’s they are,-so these you give me are really mine. And America, with its ten per cent, shall have my better word henceforth and forever .. for when