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I cannot bear the thought of your coming the journey by yourself especially near London and therefore have ordered Thomas (who I had sent to Town on Friday to meet you) to go early on Monday morning to the Crown at Rochester and wait there till you come; as I am afraid of sending him on further, for fear he should miss you. I think you might hire somebody at Deal to go with your chaise as far as Rochester, for I cannot bear your being alone with those three dears on the road. Thomas will bring you the letters that waited to have met you in town. You will see in them my ideas about the Drawing Room on Thursday, which I think if you are able to compass you should do, the excuse tells itself, even if you arrive late on Wednesday, or Mrs. Hill should not be come or anything of that sort, I can easily make the excuse for you. The K. and Q. returned yesterday. She cried vastly at first seeing me and seems tho very reasonable, very much hurt by her loss, and the K. also. The P. of Wales returned with them and continues to behave with all the prettiest Attentions imaginable. How good my dear Mrs. Carter is and how happily my Dearest you are situated to pass the few days with her. Givemy kindest love and thanks to her and tell her how great a share she had in my regrets at leaving Deal. I am uncertain now whether you will find your dear brother in town when you come. I shall let know all that has happened. I am sure you will be sorry to hear poor Mrs. Bentley died last Thursday at Burley. I send this to town on purpose that it may go by tonight's post, and so reach Deal on Sunday night. Again my Dearest, Ever Most tenderly yours, C. Finch. My love to the dear little angels