⁠—Oh, about number Three⁠—I needn’t tell you of number Three, need I? Besides, it was all so confused; it seemed only a moment from his coming into the room till both his arms were round me, and he was kissing me. I am very, very happy, and I don’t know what I have done to deserve it. I must only try in the future to show that I am not ungrateful to God for all His goodness to me in sending to me such a lover, such a husband, and such a friend.

“Goodbye.”

Letter, Lucy Westenra to Mina Murray.

“ 24 May.

“My dearest Mina⁠—