Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Novelists -- Fiction; Secretaries -- Fiction; Voyages and travels -- Fiction; West Indies -- Fiction
For what seemed hours, and yet did not probably exceed ten minutes, I
held that envelope in my hand, before I found courage to open it. Laugh
at me, ye who will, your siege with nervous prostration has evidently
not yet arrived. No prisoner awaiting the decision of a governor as to
whether his sentence of death is to be commuted could lay greater stress
on the contents of a message. I wanted Miss May to take that journey
with me, as I had never wanted anything else. Her decision undoubtedly
lay within that bit of paper.
I stared at the name I had given her, written in a bold, and still
feminine hand, strong, clear, handsome. I turned the envelope over and
noted the sealing wax with the impress of some sort of stamp which I
could not entirely make out. And at last, with shaking fingers, I took
up my paper cutter and made the requisite incision which released the
note within.
My Dear Mr. Camwell--[this was the way it read]--Since you were here
yesterday I have given a great deal of thought to the matter of
which we spoke. It is a little more serious than I imagined when I
answered your advertisement, and I am somewhat in doubt even now
what I ought to say. ["When a woman hesitates, she is lost!" came to
my mind.] Will you pardon me for being perfectly frank, [Pardon her?
I would pardon her anything but a refusal] in relation to a few
personal matters? I wish to tell you my exact situation, and then I
will leave it to you to decide. [Joy! It was coming.]
I am at present employed by a man--excuse me if I do not say
gentleman--who pays me what I consider the liberal salary of twenty
dollars a week, my services occupying only a portion of the morning
hours. For reasons which I need not give in full I find the place
very distasteful. In fact, had I been able to afford it, I would
have resigned the position long ago. I am, however, entirely
dependent upon my exertions for a livelihood, and not only that,
there is another who looks to me for a certain amount of help, which
I cannot, nor do I wish to withhold. When I read your notice in the
Herald it seemed to contain two opportunities that I would be glad
to secure. One was to change my situation, the other to absent
myself from the city for a time, where I would escape annoyances
which have become almost unbearable.
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