Capitolo 34
it is a good face. Does he/she often see her?"
"Oh, no; she is on turn."
"In the provinces?"
"Me yes; only currently, to Scarborough."
"But does she write to you?"
"Every day."
"You think of him/it an unforgivable impertinence if I did daring to
asks if it were possible for you to show me a champion of hers
letters?"
He opened a drawer and takings three or four. Then he read one
through, attentively. "I don't think", he said, in a deliberative voice,
"it would be a serious abuse of confidence me to allow to look her
through this one. There really is not anything him, you know--only the
middle love-letter of every-day and to the agenda."
I threw a look through the small note. He was right. The conventional hearts
and epistle of darts. Enough it seemed beautiful: "Craving to see again her;
so solitary in this place; Your dear sweet letter; looking in ahead to the
time; Your never-affectionate Sissie."
"That seems right", I responded. "However, I am not rather sure. Will
does it allow me bring him/it street, with the photo? I know me I am asking
a lot. I want to show him/it to a lady in which touch and the discrimination me
has the greatest trust."
"Thing, Daphne?"
Me smiled. "No, not Daphne", I responded. "Our friend, Miss you Pass to ford. You have
extraordinary acumen."
"I could have trust in Girl anything you Pass to ford. You are true as I steel."
"You are right", I responded. "Also, that show that you are a judge of
character."
He hesitated. "I feel a beast", he cried, to keep on writing every day
to Sissie Montague--and still calling every day to see Miss Tepping. But
still--I do him/it."
I understood his/her hand. "My dear individual", I said me, "almost ninety for cent.
of men, after all--human beings!"
Me taken back letter and photo, with me to Nathaniel. When me
you/he/she had gone my circles how evening, I brought them in Hilda Wade room and
the told the history. Its face grew grave. "We have to be alone", she said to
last. "Daphne is deeply in love of him; but also for the cause of Daphne, us