Letters of Two Brides

I dare not write my thoughts, and shall go to bed joyful, thinking of

all that we would say if we were together. Farewell, fair silent one.

I have not time to scold you for not writing, but it is more than a

month since I have heard from you! Does this mean that you are at last

happy? Have you lost the "complete independence" which you were so

proud of, and which to-night has so nearly played me false?