East Anglia (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
Henry went down to breakfast accordingly, but he had little appetite for that
meal, at which Lady Graves did not appear; then he adjourned to the study to
smoke and reflect. It seemed to him that it would be well to settle this matter
beyond the possibility of backsliding before he saw his mother. Ringing the
bell, he gave an order that the boy should saddle the pony and ride into
Bradmouth in time to catch the midday post; then he wrote thus to Mrs. Bird:
“DEAR MADAM,
“I have to thank you for your letter and its enclosure, and I hope that
my conduct under the circumstances which you detail will not be such as to
disappoint the hopes that you express therein. I shall be very much obliged if
you will kindly keep me informed of Joan’s progress. I purpose to come
and see her within a week or so; and meanwhile, if you think it safe, I beg
that you will give her the enclosed letter. Perhaps you will let me know when
she is well enough to see me. You seem to have been a kind friend to Joan, for
which I thank you heartily.
“Believe me to remain
“Very faithfully yours,
“HENRY GRAVES.”
To Joan he wrote also as follows:
“DEAREST JOAN,
“Some months since you left Bradmouth, and from that day to this I have
heard nothing of you. This morning, however, I learned your address, and how
terribly ill you have been. I have received also a letter, or rather a portion
of a letter, that you wrote to me on the day when the fever took you; and I can
only say that nothing I ever read has touched me so deeply. I do not propose to
write to you at any length now, since I can tell you more in half an hour than
I could put on paper in a week. But I want to beg you to dismiss all anxieties
from your mind, and to rest quiet and get well as quickly as possible. Very
shortly, indeed as soon as it is safe for me to do so without disturbing you, I
hope to pay you a visit with the purpose of asking you if you will honour me by
becoming my wife. I love you, dearest Joan —how much I never knew until I
read your letter: perhaps you will understand all that I have neither the time
nor the ability to say at this moment. I will add only that whatever troubles
and difficulties may arise, I place my future in your hands with the utmost
happiness and confidence, and grieve most bitterly to think that you should
have been exposed to doubt and anxiety on my account. Had you been a little
more open with me this would never have happened; and there, and there alone, I
consider that you have been to blame. I shall expect to hear from Mrs. Bird, or
perhaps from yourself, on what day I may hope to see you. Till then, dearest
Joan,
“Believe me
“Most affectionately yours,
“HENRY GRAVES.”
By the time that he had finished and directed the letters, enclosing that to
Joan in the envelope addressed to Mrs. Bird, which he sealed, Thomson announced
that the boy was ready.
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