Miss Barrett is trying to get rid of Browning on September 24, 1845. If he goes to Italy he will be very far away from tempting her in Wimpole Street:
"I have nothing to say about Pisa, ... but a great deal (if I could say it)
about you, who do what is wrong by your own confession and are ill
because of it and make people uneasy—now is it right altogether? is it
right to do wrong?... for it comes to that:—and is it kind to do so much
wrong?... for it comes almost to that besides. Ah—you should not indeed!
I seem to see quite plainly that you will be ill in a serious way, if you do not
take care and take exercise; and so you must consent to be teazed a little into
taking both. And if you will not take them here ... or not so effectually as in
other places; why not go with your Italian friends? Have you thought of
it at all? I have been thinking since yesterday that it might be best for
you to go at once, now that the probability has turned quite against me. If I
were going, I should ask you not to do so immediately ... but you see how
unlikely it is!—although I mean still to speak my whole thoughts—I will do
that ... even though for the mere purpose of self-satisfaction. George came
last night—but there is an adverse star this morning, and neither of us has the
opportunity necessary. Only both he and I will speak—that is certain. And
Arabel had the kindness to say yesterday that if I liked to go, she would go
with me at whatever hazard—which is very kind—but you know I could not—it would
not be right of me. And perhaps after all we may gain the point lawfully; and if
not ... at the worst ... the winter may be warm (it is better to fall into the
hands of God, as the Jew said) and I may lose less strength than usual, ...
having more than usual to lose ... and altogether it may not be so bad an
alternative. As to being the cause of any anger against my sister, you would not
advise me into such a position, I am sure—it would be untenable for one moment.
But you ... in that case, ... would it not be good for your head if
you went at once? I praise myself for saying so to you—yet if it really is good
for you, I don't deserve the praising at all. And how was it on Saturday—that
question I did not ask yesterday—with Ben Jonson and the amateurs? I thought of
you at the time—I mean, on that Saturday evening, nevertheless.
You shall hear when there is any more to say. May God bless you, dearest
friend! I am ever yours, E.B.B."
Is this not the most obvious of letters? She is telling him to go but it is so obvious that she is asking him to stay. And how sad is it that grown children have to strategically choose the correct moment to speak to their father for fear of his wrath. Childhood makes slaves of us all.