s. Smith and Harry. I feel
perfectly sick, Mamma, and I shan't be good any more. I will never speak
to him again, and shall just divorce him, become a naturalized American
and marry some lovely millionaire.

_Osages again_.

DEAREST MAMMA,--I am so fearfully excited I can hardly write. Listen! We
got back here late in the afternoon, as we stopped at a place by the way
where the Senator had business, and while I was up in my room dressing
for dinner, in the worst temper I ever remember, still feeling so
furious over Jane Roose's words, a noise of quick footsteps was heard in
the passage, and without even a knock someone tried the door, which was
naturally locked. Agnes in fear and trembling went to it, as from the
tale of the night at Moonbeams, she thought, I suppose, it was another
desperado. I was too cross to look round until I heard her scream:
"Milor!" and then I saw a vision of Harry in the door way!!! In a grey
flannel suit and a slouchy felt hat, looking just like a lovely miner.

Nothing in my life has ever given me such an emotion, Mamma. And do you
know I forgot all about injured pride, or Mrs. Smith or anything, and
rushed into his arms. We were both perfectly incoherent with passionate
joy, and just think! There was not a word of truth in it all! That
creature never was on the ship, and Harry only landed in Africa and got
a cable from you saying I had started for America and he caught
another steamer that was sailing that night, and gave up his lions and
everything, and just flew after me, and when in New York he heard we had
gone out West and Gaston was one of the party, he nearly went mad with
rage, and as I told you before he would, he came out here with the
intention of at least beating me and shooting the Vicomte. But when we
had had hundreds of kisses, and I could stay quietly in his arms, we
explained everything, and we have both said we are sorry, and I love him
a thousand times more than ever, and he says he will never let me out
of his sight again for the rest of our lives. And we are crazily happy,
Mamma, and I can't write any more, only we are not going on to Mexico,
but straight home to Valmond; and please bring Hurstbridge and
Ermyntrude to meet us at Liverpool when the Lusitania gets in.

Your affectionate daughter,

ELIZABETH.

P.S.--I quite understand Aunt Maria liking a second honeymoon--even
after fifty years!

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