istolary gifts seemed quite considerable to
you, did they? I rise superior to the sarcasm in your favor of the 11th
instant, when I notice that five days' silence on my part is sufficient
to throw you into the depths of despondency.

We returned only this morning from Appledore, that enchanted island--at
four dollars per day. I find on my desk three letters from you!
Evidently there is no lingering doubt in your mind as to the pleasure I
derive from your correspondence. These letters are undated, but in what
I take to be the latest are two passages that require my consideration.
You will pardon my candor, dear Flemming, but the conviction forces
itself upon me that as your leg grows stronger your head becomes weaker.
You ask my advice on a certain point. I will give it. In my opinion
you could do nothing more unwise that to address a note to Miss Daw,
thanking her for the flower. It would, I am sure, offend her delicacy
beyond pardon. She knows you only through me; you are to her an
abstraction, a figure in a dream--a dream from which the faintest shock
would awaken her. Of course, if you enclose a note to me and insist on
its delivery, I shall deliver it; but I advise you not to do so.

You say you are able, with the aid of a cane, to walk about your
chamber, and that you purpose to come to The Pines the instant Dillon
thinks you strong enough to stand the journey. Again I advise you not
to. Do you not see that, every hour you remain away, Marjorie's glamour
deepens, and your influence over her increases? You will ruin everything
by precipitancy. Wait until you are entirely recovered; in any case,
do not come without giving me warning. I fear the effect of your abrupt
advent here--under the circumstances.

Miss Daw was evidently glad to see us back again, and gave me both hands
in the frankest way. She stopped at the door a moment this afternoon
in the carriage; she had been over to Rivermouth for her pictures.
Unluckily the photographer had spilt some acid on the plate, and she was
obliged to give him another sitting. I have an intuition that something
is troubling Marjorie. She had an abstracted air not usual with her.
However, it may be only my fancy.... I end this, leaving several things
unsaid, to accompany my father on one of those long walks which are now
his chief medicine--and mine!

XI.

EDWARD DELANY TO JOHN FLEMMING.

August 29, 1972.

I write in great haste to tell you what has taken place he