“My darling, you must not be anxious; all will come right in time—have a little patience. He is already much more reconciled to the match than he was when I arrived, and if your father will refrain from speaking too much about that hateful question, I am sure that all difficulties can be surmounted.”
She wrote to him three or four times a week, and on beautiful hand-made paper, delicately scented.
Extract from a letter:—
“We went up to town yesterday by the ten o’clock train West Brighton; and so that we might have more money to spend, we went third class. Father doesn’t like us going third class, but I don’t think it matters if you get in with nice people. We were very jolly. The Shaws went with us. They are very nice girls. They had to leave us at Victoria, and I and my cousin, Agnes
