Well, I think I shall always have plenty to say.

But oh! for the time when we shall be always together, and can exchange our thoughts without the intervention of these cold go-betweens, pen, ink, and paper! * * * * * 22nd .-- I have had several letters from Arthur already.

They are not long, but passing sweet, and just like himself, full of ardent affection, and playful lively humour; but there is always a 'but' in this imperfect world, and I do wish he would sometimes be serious.

I cannot get him to write or speak in real, solid earnest.

I don't much mind it now, but if it be always so, what shall I do with the serious part of myself?
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