Dear Darwin

I hoped to have seen you in town ere this, but what with a cold & cough, & much to do, I have been prevented.

I am extremely obliged for Farrer’s great kindness, & the charming note he has written. Helps has spoken also to Sir Stafford, who has promised to look himself into the matter. I have heard nothing from Lord Henry, but he is coming to the Gardens next week,— at least he says so.¹

I am getting on very well, with intervals of great depression, & a feeling of utter desolation which sometimes overmasters me: it comes on like a whirlwind— tho’ I hope will grow less severe as it wanes with time.²

I am still in a sort of trance, living much on long bygone years & overleaping the interval.

Harriet is getting on remarkably well.³

I shall go to the Royal on Thursday⁴

Ever yours affec | J D Hooker.