I was going to do so in that letter commenced the night I was taken so ill, and two or three times afterwards I thought I would do it.

Do you remember that night of our return from St.Paul?
I found a letter from Aunt Van Buren, and asked if you would like to hear it.

You seemed so indifferent and amost cross about it, that the good angel left me, and your chance was lost again.

There was something in that letter about Frank and me--something which would have called forth questions from you, and I meant to explain if you would let me.

Think, Richard.
You will remember the night.