Nothing could have been further from the truth.

What I had done and proposed was simply in his interest: I expected no benefit of any kind and therefore could not be cross; but the belief that I was angry drew this sincere and touching letter from Oscar, which I think shows him almost as perfectly as that still more beautiful letter to Robert Ross which I have inserted in Chapter XIX.
From M.Sebastian Melmoth, Hotel de la Plage, Bernavol-sur-Mer, Dieppe.
June 13, '97 MY DEAR FRANK: I know you do not like writing letters, but still I think you might have written me a line in answer, or acknowledgment of my letter[56] to you from Dieppe.

I am thinking of a story to be called "The Silence of Frank Harris." I have, however, heard during the last few days that you do not speak of me in the friendly manner I would like.

This distresses me very much.
I am told that you are hurt with me because my letter of thanks to you was not sufficiently elaborated in expression.

This I can hardly credit.
It seems so unworthy of a big strong nature like yours, that knows the realities of life.