Was he not behaving outrageously in neglecting to answer Eve's letter?
For all he knew the cold of which she complained might have caused her more suffering than he himself had gone through from the like cause, and that was bad enough.

He seized paper and wrote to her as he had never written before, borne on the very high flood of passionate longing.
Without regard to prudence he left the house at midnight and posted his letter.
"It never occurred to me to blame you for not writing," Eve quickly replied; "I'm afraid you are more sensitive than I am, and, to tell the truth, I believe men generally _are_ more sensitive than women in things of this kind.

It pleased me very much to hear of the visit you had had from Mr.Narramore, and that he had cheered you.

I do so wish I could have come, but I have really been quite ill, and I must not think of risking a journey till the weather improves.

Don't trouble about it; I will write often." "I told you about a letter I had had from poor Patty, and I want to ask you to do something.