Miss Madeley wrote to tell me that her father had recently died, and that she had found employment at Dudley; with thanks for my kindness--and so on.

It was rather a nicely written letter, and after a day or two I wrote again.

I heard nothing--hardly expected to; so in a fortnight's time I wrote once more.

Significant, wasn't it?
I'm not fond of writing letters, as you know.

But I've written a good many since then.