Just a short note from Miss Barrett on October 7, 1845:
"Ah but the good things do not come together—for just as your letter
comes I am driven to asking you to leave Tuesday for Wednesday.
On Tuesday Mr. Kenyon is to be here or not to be here, he says—there's a
doubt; and you would rather go to a clear day. So if you do not hear from me
again I shall expect you on Wednesday unless I hear to the contrary from
you:—and if anything happens to Wednesday you shall hear. Mr. Kenyon is in town
for only two days, or three. I never could grumble against him, so good and kind
as he is—but he may not come after all to-morrow—so it is not grudging the
obolus to Belisarius, but the squandering of the last golden days at the bottom
of the purse.
Do I 'stand'—Do I walk? Yes—most uprightly. I 'walk upright every day.' Do I
go out? no, never. And I am not to be scolded for that, because when you
were looking at the sun to-day, I was marking the east wind; and perhaps if I
had breathed a breath of it ... farewell Pisa. People who can walk don't always
walk into the lion's den as a consequence—do they? should they? Are you 'sure
that they should?' I write in great haste. So Wednesday then ... perhaps! And yours every day.
You understand. Wednesday—if nothing to the contrary."
So, five months after they first meet, Browning knows that his fiance can walk. That must be reassuring.