ories of Monkhams!
Resolving that she would do her best to counteract any evil which
she might have done, she seated herself at her desk, and wrote the
following letter to Miss Spalding:--

MY DEAR CAROLINE,

I am sure you will let me call you so, as had you not felt
towards me like a friend, you would not have come to me
to-day and told me of your doubts. I think that I did not
answer you as I ought to have done when you spoke to me.
I did not like to say anything off-hand, and in that way
I misled you. I feel quite sure that you will encounter
nothing in England as Mr. Glascock's wife to make you
uncomfortable, and that he will have nothing to repent.
Of course Englishmen generally marry Englishwomen; and,
perhaps, there may be some people who will think that such
a prize should not be lost to their countrywomen. But that
will be all. Mr. Glascock commands such universal respect
that his wife will certainly be respected, and I do not
suppose that anything will ever come in your way that can
possibly make you feel that he is looked down upon. I hope
you will understand what I mean.

As for your changing now, that is quite impossible. If I
were you, I would not say a word about it to any living
being; but just go on,--straight forward,--in your own
way, and take the good the gods provide you,--as the poet
says to the king in the ode. And I think the gods have
provided for you very well,--and for him.

I do hope that I may see you sometimes. I cannot explain
to you how very much out of your line "we" shall be;--for
of course there is a "we." People are more separated with
us than they are, I suppose, with you. And my "we" is
a very poor man, who works hard at writing in a dingy
newspaper office, and we shall live in a garret and have
brown sugar in our tea, and eat hashed mutton. And I shall
have nothing a year to buy my clothes with. Still I mean
to do it; and I don't mean to be long before I do do it.
When a girl has made up her mind to be married, she had
better go on with it at once, and take it all afterwards
as it may come. Nevertheless, perhaps, we may see each
other somewhere, and I may be able to introduce you to the
dearest, honestest, very best, and most affectionate man
in the world. And he is very, very clever.

Yours very affectionately,

NORA ROWLEY.

Thursday morning.