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Updated: June 8, 2025
Letter from the Honourable Jane Champion to Sir Deryck Brand. Castle Gleneesh, N. B. My dear Deryck: My wires and post-cards have not told you much beyond the fact of my safe arrival. Having been here a fortnight, I think it is time I sent you a report. Only you must remember that I am a poor scribe.
Only do be careful how you come downstairs with old Margery. Think if you fell upon her, Jane! She does make such excellent coffee!" A deep peace reigned in the library at Gleneesh. Garth and Deryck sat together and smoked in complete fellowship, enjoying that sense of calm content which follows an excellent dinner and a day spent in moorland air.
He had been giving her a detailed account of his visit to Castle Gleneesh, which he had left only on the previous evening. He had spent five hours with Garth. It seemed kindest to tell her all; but he was looking straight before him as he talked, because he knew that at last the tears were running unchecked down Jane's cheeks, and he wished her to think he did not notice them.
The sort of thing nurses speak of as 'my box'; with a very obvious R. G. on it!" "Thank you, Boy," whispered Jane. "You think of everything." "I think of YOU," said the doctor. And in all the hard days to come, Jane often found comfort in remembering those last quiet words. Nurse Rosemary Gray had arrived at Gleneesh.
I stayed with Jane Dalmain and her blind husband, before they went back to Gleneesh. You remember? They were in town for the production of his symphony. I saw that ideal wedded life, and I realised something of what a perfect mating of souls could mean.
It revealed Garth in a new light; and suddenly Jane understood him, as she had not understood him before. And yet the only reply she could bring herself to frame was: "I wish I knew old Margery." Garth's brown eyes flashed with pleasure. "Ah, I wish you did," he said. "And I should like you to see Castle Gleneesh.
I always feel seven then, and I always hug her. You, Miss Champion, don't like me when I feel seven; but Margery does. Now, this is what I want you to realise. When I bring a bride to Gleneesh and present her to Margery, the kind old eyes will try to see nothing but good; the faithful old heart will yearn to love and serve.
Deryck Brand. From Sir Deryck Brand to Dr. Robert Mackenzie. Dear Mackenzie: Do you consider it to be advisable that I should shortly pay a visit to our patient at Gleneesh and give an opinion on his progress? I find I can make it possible to come north this week-end. I hope you are satisfied with the nurse I sent up. Yours very faithfully, Deryck Brand. From Dr.
Oh, yes there is one person; if she could come. Jane you know? Jane Dalmain. I always say she is like the bass of a tune; so solid, and satisfactory, and beneath one. Nothing very bad could happen, if Jane were there. But of course this has happened; hasn't it?" The doctor sat down. "I wired to Gleneesh this morning," he said. "Jane will be here early to-morrow."
Also I have a little private plan, which depends largely for its fulfilment on your coming. Oh, Boy come! Yours, needing you, Jeanette. From Sir Deryck Brand to Nurse Rosemary Gray, Castle Gleneesh, N. B. Wimpole Street. My dear Jeanette: Certainly I will come. I will leave Euston on Friday evening.
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