I saw that paragon of manly perfections in London: he seemed scarcely to merit the eulogiums of his mother and sister, though he certainly appeared more conversable and agreeable than Lord Lowborough, more candid and high-minded than Mr.Grimsby, and more polished and gentlemanly than Mr.Hattersley, Arthur's only other friend whom he judged fit to introduce to me .-- Oh, Arthur, why won't you come?
why won't you write to me at least?
You talked about my health: how can you expect me to gather bloom and vigour here, pining in solitude and restless anxiety from day to day ?--It would serve you right to come back and find my good looks entirely wasted away.

I would beg my uncle and aunt, or my brother, to come and see me, but I do not like to complain of my loneliness to them, and indeed loneliness is the least of my sufferings.

But what is he, doing--what is it that keeps him away?
It is this ever-recurring question, and the horrible suggestions it raises, that distract me.
July 3rd .-- My last bitter letter has wrung from him an answer at last, and a rather longer one than usual; but still I don't know what to make of it.

He playfully abuses me for the gall and vinegar of my latest effusion, tells me I can have no conception of the multitudinous engagements that keep him away, but avers that, in spite of them all, he will assuredly be with me before the close of next week; though it is impossible for a man so circumstanced as he is to fix the precise day of his return: meantime he exhorts me to the exercise of patience, 'that first of woman's virtues,' and desires me to remember the saying, 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder,' and comfort myself with the assurance that the longer he stays away the better he shall love me when he returns; and till he does return, he begs I will continue to write to him constantly, for, though he is sometimes too idle and often too busy to answer my letters as they come, he likes to receive them daily; and if I fulfil my threat of punishing his seeming neglect by ceasing to write, he shall be so angry that he will do his utmost to forget me.

He adds this piece of intelligence respecting poor Milicent Hargrave: 'Your little friend Milicent is likely, before long, to follow your example, and take upon her the yoke of matrimony in conjunction with a friend of mine.