The visit itself was comparatively uneventful. They have asked us to
dine next Friday, but I doubt whether we shall go. Gabriel suggests
that we should get married at once and fly from such terrors.

Good-bye now, my sweet one.

Yours more than ever, in spite of all,

EMILIA.




LETTER XXXII.


GRAYSMILL, March 3d.

I don't know how it comes, but it is a positive effort to me to
write a letter, even to you. If I had not been reminded by the
calendar that a new month is already on the growth, I should not
perhaps have written to-day.

There is nothing to tell you, I am too happy; and how it comes I
know not, but joy is difficult to express. Perhaps because it is so
rare that we have hardly learned its language.

And yet, how soon one gets accustomed to the greatest marvels! At
first, I was filled with doubt and wonder at the miracle that had
transformed me; now, I take it all as a matter of course. That's the