is a diviner of the thoughts of men, he complaining moreover at the same time, that I've got a sad habit of not answering "people" when they speak to me. We walked on Wednesday afternoon to the Camp of the Venta Icenorum at Caistor, Geldart with us, had a fine walk. Sam is in finer order than when in N[orwich] before, looking much better, but, that is nothing. Geldart offered to make a sketch of his Phiz & so he slept at Thorpe that eve[nin]g, & the next morning the most wonderful likeness was produced – it is astonishing like, & such a capital drawing. Geldart is rather better I think on the whole. Thorndike stays untill the middle of next week, then goes to Yarmouth, & thence to Ipswich. I have not since Monday been at the Terrace, so cannot tell you more decidedly about Mrs Cotman. Edmund was at the House at St Martins this morning when we went to get the Casts away, & then turned the Key for the last time before giving them up. I reckon the hours before I shall hear from and of you. Miller is not able to be at business today, he is very unwell with a bilious attack, so that I write being constantly disturbed. Time hastens to a close. Be happy & well & then tell me you are so & whos afraid?