[SPAM] the other. "And you are one-

N her hand she carried a letter, sealed and inscribed. On the outside
the following words were written: "To Mr. Robin Audrey. At Matstead.
"Haste, haste, haste." Within, the sheet was covered from top to bottom
with the neat convent-hand she had learnt from the nuns. The most of it
does not concern us. It began with such words as you would expect from a
maid to her lover; it continued to inform him that her parents were
willing, and, indeed, desirous, that he should come to them for Easter,
and that her father would write a formal letter later to invite him; it
was to be written from Derby, (this conspirator informed the other),
that it might cause less comment when Mr. Audrey saw it, and was to be
expressed in terms that would satisfy him. Finally, it closed as it had
begun, and was subscribed by his "loving friend, M. M." One paragraph,
however, is worth attention. "I have told my father and mother, that we
love one another, my Robin; and that you have asked me to marry you, and
that I have consented should you wish to do so when the time comes. They
have consented most willingly; and so Jesu have you in His keeping, and
guide your mind aright." It was this paragraph that had cost her half of
the hour occupied in writing; for it must be expressed just so and no
otherwise; and its wording had cost her agony lest on the one side she
should tell him too much, and, on the other, too little. And her agony
was not yet over; for she had to face its sending, and the thought of
all that it might cost her. She was to give it to one of the men who was
to leave early for Derby next morning and was to deliver it at Matstead
on the road; so she brought it out now to her sanctuary to spread it,
like the old King of Israel, before the Lord.... * * * * * There was a
promise of frost in the air to-night. Underfoot the moisture of the path
was beginning, not yet to stiffen, but rather to withdraw itself; and
there was a cold clearness in the air. Over the wall beside the house,
beyond the leafless trees which barred it like prison-bars, burned the
sunset, deepening and glowing redder every instant. Yet she felt nothing
of the cold, for a fire was within her as she went again up and down the
path on which her father had watched her walk--a fire of which as yet
she could not discern the fuel.

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