Answer immediately, will you, Mrs. Norris?




LETTER XXXV.


GRAYSMILL, March 26th.

You are the best friend that ever lived! I am quite restless with
impatience, so is Gabriel, so are my old ones. And who most of all?
Oh! little white face, how I long to hold you in my hands again, and
what warmth of love and happiness I long to pour into your heart!

I shall not scold you, because you are not well, but what do you
mean by saying that you will come, "although of course we shall
never see each other"? Dear silly, do you imagine that I spend the
whole day with that creature you pretend to be so jealous of?

Not a bit of it! Sometimes, just by way of a little salutary
training in renunciation, we don't even meet every day. No, the bulk
of my time will be yours and mine; we will sit up here in my room,
beneath my mother's portrait; we will make the old days live again,
weld the old and the new into one. Then, Gabriel and I will take you
with us for walks fitting a fairy, in the woods; how you will love
them! The trees are misty already with the promise of leaves, and
all manner of sweet things are beginning to pierce the ground. How
we shall spoil you, we two!