Thrusday. [May 1, 1845]
People say of you & of me, dear Mr. Browning, that w love the darkness & use a sphinxine idiom in our talk [... ]
Indeed .. I do assure you .. I never for a moment thought of 'making conversation' about the 'Improvisatore' or novels in general, when I wrote what I did to you. I might, to other persons .. perhaps. Certainly not to you. [...] I never could think of 'making conversation' in a letter to you, never.