He began by describing what they had done, and had completed two pages before he had said a word of their peculiar circumstances in regard to each other.

He felt that his letter was running into mere gossip, and was not such as she would have a right to expect.

If any letter were sent at all, there must be something more in it than all this.

And so, after much thinking of it, he at last rushed, as it were, into hot words, and ended it as follows: 'I have put off to the last what I have really got to say.

Let me know what you are doing and what you wish,--and whether you love me.
I have not as yet the power of offering you a home, but I trust that the time may come.' These last words were false.