Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 2/Letter 117

To MRS. R. BUTLER.

1 NORTH AUDLEY STREET, Jan. 10, 1841.

À propos du pluie, à propos du beau temps&mdash;I think of you and ten thousand times a week. ("I hate exaggeration.") I wish for you when I am in want of some unremembered or disremembered name. I do love that Irish verb disremember, and I conjugate it daily from the infinitive to the preterpluperfect. Last week I preterpluperfectly disremembered when talking to Morris of Fortunio's gifted men, whether the legs of him who outrunneth the hare were tied with green or red? Parties run high for green and for red&mdash;please to settle the question.

Fanny has been reading to me Darwin's Voyage; delightful it is.