DEAR WATTS:

You hardly surprised me by your letter. I had suspected, both from
your frequent visits to the Shrubberies, and from a way in which
you occasionally spoke of Miss Pierce, that you loved her. After
seeing her, I felt that it was not possible you did not. So I was
quite prepared for your news. You have indeed been fortunate in
winning such a girl. That I wish you every joy and happiness I
need not say.

I think you could have found some other of the fellows better
suited to stand with you, but if you think otherwise, I shall not
fail you.

You will have to tell me about details, clothes, etc. Perhaps you
can suggest a gift that will do? I remember Miss Pierce saying she
was very fond of pearls. Would it be right to give something of
that kind?

Faithfully yours,

PETER.

DEAR MISS PIERCE:

A letter from Watts this morning tells me of his good fortune.
Fearing lest my blindness may perhaps still give you pain, I write
to say that your happiness is the most earnest wish of my life,
and nothing which increases it can be other than good news to me.