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June 18th 1880
My dear Jervy
I am more sorry than I can say not to have a chat with you before I sail. I’ve had a deal of trouble the past week---of a very serious nature, and the day I went to breakfast I was [fitter?] for my bed. That fact led me to do the foolish thing I hoped I would not do; I was so low-down & blue that I "tipped the rosy“ once too often & it upset me---a little. I was so sick from all the troubles that have huddled on my back of late & culminating just as I am about sailing, that I did not leave the house all next day & hoped you would call.
My wife got the tan-trums, the jim-jams, or the dim-dams & hell’s-bells (what you will) into her head the night before breakfast, & went to her Ma, at the Gilsey where she has been ever since. She concludes to remain with her parents for several months perhaps ‘till my return from Europe; but at the last moment she may change her course again. Now if you would only share my state-room, and let Julia Vaux share Edwina’s---how happy we two (and perhaps we four) would be!
Just for a few months, or weeks---if you please. The expense would be so insignificant compared with its pleasure & comfort we wd both get from you that I’d willingly quadruple it. This, of course, must be secret & will depend on the change of mind that may occur in the next few days. But if there is no change in that quarter, & you & Julia could pack up & go on short notice---why, bless you my boy! ‘twould put new life into the lot of us. (Forgive this mutilated sheet.) Think seriously of this--- ‘tis only for a short pleasure trip & keep it within your own circle---specially
about my domestic disturbance, but that’s idiotic to ask of you---I know you’ll be mum. Wish I could have a chance to open all my innards for you---perhaps you’d think you were not the most miserablestest mortal after all.
Now, this proposition of mine is really no more than [illegible] to have us visit you---only it seems so.
Edwina has her hands full & we both feel badly, of course. Everything being upset by this disturbance.
I scratch in haste that you may have it for Sunday's consideration.
Ever yours
Booth