Slowly, hardly
venturing at first to look at the enclosure, he opened it, and the
words which it contained were as follows:--
I learn that you are going to-day, and I write a word
which you will receive just as you are departing. It is to
say merely this,--that when I left you the other day I was
angry, not with you, but with myself. Let me wish you all
good wishes and that prosperity which I know you will
deserve, and which I think you will win.
Yours very truly,
M. M. G.
Sunday morning.
Should he put off his journey and go to her this very evening and
claim her as his friend? The question was asked and answered in a
moment. Of course he would not go to her. Were he to do so there
would be only one possible word for him to say, and that word should
certainly never be spoken. But he wrote to her a reply, shorter even
than her own short note.
Thanks, dear friend. I do not doubt but that you and I
understand each other thoroughly, and that each trusts the
other for good wishes and honest intentions.
Always yours,
P. F.
I write these as I am starting.
When he had written this, he kept it till the last moment in his
hand, thinking that he would not send it. But as he slipped into the
cab, he gave the note to his late landlady to post.
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