After closing
the envelope again, I accompanied the delivery of the letter to Miss
Vanstone, the younger, by a word of caution. "Are you more sure of your
own courage now," I said, "than you were when I met you?" She was ready
with her answer. "Captain Wragge, when you met me on the Walls of York I
had not gone too far to go back. I have gone too far now."
If she really feels this--and I think she does--her corresponding with
her sister can do no harm. She wrote at great length the same day;
cried profusely over her own epistolary composition; and was remarkably
ill-tempered and snappish toward me, when we met in the evening. She
wants experience, poor girl--she sadly wants experience of the world.
How consoling to know that I am just the man to give it her!
II.
_Chronicle for November._
We are established at Derby. The Entertainment is written; and the
rehearsals are in steady progress. All difficulties are provided for,
but the one eternal difficulty of money. Miss Vanstone's resources
stretch easily enough to the limits of our personal wants; including
piano-forte hire for practice, and the purchase and making of the
necessary dresses.
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