I hate to think of her going to her grave without one token from the man to whom she has been only too good and who, whatever outrage he may have planned to her feelings, is not without reverence for her character and a heartfelt repentance for whatever he may have done to grieve her.

Charles, a few flowers,--white--no wreath, just a few which can be placed on her breast or in her hand.

You need not say whom they are from.

It would seem a mockery to any one but her.
Lilies, Charles.

I shall feel happier to know that they are there.