She saw him a day or two before her journey, when
she told him her plans as she might tell them to any friend. Lady
Chiltern and her father had been present, and there had been no
special sign in her outward manner of the mingled tenderness and
soreness of her heart within. No allusion had been made to any visit
from him to the North. She would not have dared to suggest it in
the presence of her brother, and was almost as much cowed by her
brother's wife. But when she was alone, on the eve of her departure,
she wrote to him as follows:--
Sunday, 1st August, ----
DEAR FRIEND,
I thought that perhaps you might have come in this
afternoon, and I have not left the house all day. I was
so wretched that I could not go to church in the morning;
--and when the afternoon came, I preferred the chance of
seeing you to going out with Violet. We two were alone all
the evening, and I did not give you up till nearly ten. I
dare say you were right not to come. I should only have
bored you with my complaints, and have grumbled to you of
evils which you cannot cure.
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