I apologise, dear Lady Cousin.

I'm only a hayseed, and a failure, but I guess you'll understand that I haven't thought only of myself as I wrote this letter.

The higher you go in life the more you'll understand; that's your nature.

I'll get this letter off by a nigger to-morrow, with those the Saadat is sending through to Cairo by some friendlies.

It's only a chance; but everything's chance here now.
Anyhow, it's safer than leaving it till the scrimmage.