CD fears he must wear Emma with his unwellness and complaints.
My own ever dear Mammy.—
Here I am & have had some tea & toast for luncheon & am feeling very well. My drive did me good & I did not feel exhausted till I got near here & now I am rested again & feel pretty nearly at my average.—
My own dear wife, I cannot possibly say how beyound all value your sympathy & affection is to me.— I often fear I must wear you with my unwellnesses & complaints.
Your poor old Husband | C. D.