It could not reach her immediately in any case since she was in camp.

For all he knew it might be weeks before she read it; and he had need to go warily in the writing of it.

Certain words she had used to him were an encouragement; but there were others which made him doubt whether she would have any faith in him.

Every now and then there had been a savour of bitterness.
Once she had been shamed because of him, on Bignor Hill where Stane Street runs to Chichester, and a second time in front of him in the tent at Chitipur.

No, it was not an easy letter which he had to write, and he took the night and the greater part of the next day to decide upon its wording.