Alathea resents every present, those for the body because they suggest
my possession of her, those for the mind because she feels no friendship
for me at all!
Well, well!
What will she do I wonder during the fortnight of our engagement? I feel
that I can afford to wait with patience and certainty. But the thought
that I do not even know my fiancée's address, and that she is
resentful and defiant, and rebellious at everything, and yet intends to
marry me, on the seventh of November, is really almost humorous!
And now it behooves me to put my house in order, and map out exactly
what I mean to do!