{(Manchester,] 13 November 1865 
Dear Moor, 

You should receive herewith at the same time a registered letter 
with £15, which I made out on Friday and gave to our errand-boy 
to attend to. I received no answer from you on Sunday, which I 
found somewhat surprising, and it occurred to me that the boy 
did not give me the ticket for the letter on Saturday morning. 
When I looked into it today, it turned out that the wretch had 
messed up the whole business with his procrastinating and still had 
the letter in his pocket. That was the last straw as far as his 
slovenliness was concerned, and he was sacked. I am extremely 
annoyed about this, as you must meanwhile have been thinking I 
had quietly put your last letter in my pocket and left things to take 
their course, without writing a single word to you. 

Your 
F, E. 
Has Edgar* gone?