From Harden Manor I constantly received the kindest letters.

Agatha wrote to me, and although the word "love" seldom occurred in her letters, I knew her heart was, and always would be mine.

She would never forget me, nor would that crown of all sorrows be mine--I should never have to give her up to a wealthier rival.

Although she said nothing of the kind in her letters, I felt that it was true.
A year passed, and at last came good tidings of my sister; she was able to sit up, even to walk across the room, and the doctor said that in another month she would in all probability be able to take her place in the world again.
How that gladdened my heart! Lady Thesiger said she had not the least idea yet of the change in my fortunes, although she wondered incessantly why I was absent.
"Have no fear for your sister's future," wrote kind Lady Thesiger.
"While Agatha lives at home she is a most charming companion for her.
Should she ever leave home, she would be the same to me.

We shall only be too happy if she will spend the rest of her life at Harden Manor." I was grateful for that.