Sept 7th 1877
My Darling Eugénie,
I was so very tired last evening that I did not feel up to writing a letter so I will do so to-day for I fancy you will rather look for one and would be disappointed if none came to hand.
I hope your head-ache passed away after a night’s rest, I thought of you, my darling, about 8A.M. when I was nearing Oxford and thought you might be about waking, and perhaps bestowing a thought upon me, I am afraid I was not feeling particularly cheerful thinking how that several weeks would have to pass before we may expect to meet again, ah, my love you may feel assured that your Julius feels his enforced absence from you as he believes you do being parted from him.
I have sent some gladioli and roses to a flower show at Wellingboro’ to-day I hope to get a prize or two for them.
I must endeavour to send you some rose-buds by post on Monday evening so that you may pack them up and take them home to Paris.
I shall think of you, darling, very much on Sunday and you must try and feel, dear girl, that, although absent, all my love is with you and indeed my thoughts are ever with you, for are not all my fondest hopes and wishes centred in my own Eugénie?
I am going down to Kitebrook presently, to dinner at seven o’clock, for Alfred Hitchman has a friend staying with him for a day or two, I am rather glad to be going out for it will help to pass the time away a little and Mr Mitchell being out again I might find it a little dull.
I hope you found Fanny better yesterday for I suppose you spent the day with her.
And now I think I must conclude my letter for I have several matters to attend to.
Good-bye my own precious Eugénie, ever believe
you have the best love of yours most affectionately