ABSTRACT
But I am perhaps not a proper Judge of these high matters [he has been discussing his friend Spedding’s edition of Bacon]. How should I? who have just, to my great sorrow, finished The Woman in White for the third time, once every last three Winters. I wish Sir Percival Glyde’s death were a little less of the minor Theatre sort; then I would swallow all the rest as a wonderful Caricature, better than so many a sober Portrait. I really think of having a Herring-lugger I am building named ‘Marian Halcombe’, the brave Girl in the Story.
