And yet, perhaps, yes, in Florence. It will
have to be, and I shall not realise that I have left him until I am
with you again. There is comfort in that thought. One can do
anything, after all, with a little determination, can't one,
Constantia? Not that you can judge, you who never had any. Perhaps I
have none myself, who knows? I have so deceived myself in loving
Gabriel, and laid bare such great and unknown weakness in my own
bosom, that all the world is upside down for me, and I can find my
way no longer.
Write and tell me soon where we shall meet.
Your EMILIA.
LETTER XXVI.
GRAYSMILL, February 7th.
So it's all settled. You are very good to me, my pretty Constance.
Now I say to myself hourly, "In sixteen days I shall see her," and
oh, believe me, I am glad! I think I am beginning to lose my head,
that I am fit for all folly. We walked together yesterday; we were
not very talkative. In the lane, when we were coming home, a man on
a bicycle turned sharply round the corner, and I was lost in
thought, so that I was caught unawares, and in fact knew nothing of
the matter until I felt myself pulled aside by Gabriel.
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