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Updated: June 6, 2025
I showed her up to herself, with her glass ball, and her teleopathy, and her sham love-letters, that she wrote herself, and all her humbug. She cried, and she fainted, and she carried on, but I went at her whenever she could listen to reason. So she said "Yes," and I am the happy woman. 'And Mr. Jephson is to be congratulated on so sensible and veracious a bride, said Merton.
Dinah sat on the edge of her bed and watched her, not knowing what to say. "Where is Miss Isabel?" she asked at last. "She's still downstairs with Master Scott, and I'm expecting her up every minute. It's herself that ought to be in bed by now, for she's tired out after her long day; but he'll be bringing her up directly and then she'll ask for her love-letters.
The favourite's great friend was a certain SIR THOMAS OVERBURY, who wrote his love-letters for him, and assisted him in the duties of his many high places, which his own ignorance prevented him from discharging.
He smiles over the love-letters of Richard Steele, and reverences the name and the writings of Joseph Addison. Indeed, his devotion to Addison is so radical that he has actually been guilty of reading The Campaign and the Dialogue on Medals. This gentleman hunted books one day and was not successful.
After their flight these letters were found in their cabinets, at their house at St Denis, where they both lived together, for the space of a year; and they are as exactly as possible placed in the order they were sent, and were those supposed to be written towards the latter end of their amours. Love-Letters Part I. To SYLVIA.
Mumford saw the open letter in Louise's hand, and read in her face a desire of confession. 'I want to tell you something. Don't be in a hurry; just a few minutes. This letter is from Mr. Bowling. Yes, and I've had one from him before, and I was obliged to answer it. 'Do you mean they are love-letters? 'Yes, I'm afraid they are. And it's so stupid, and I'm so vexed.
Longfellow once spoke of certain old love-letters which dropped down on the basement stairs from some place overhead; and there was the fable or the fact of a subterranean passage under the street from Craigie House to the old Batchelder House, which I relate to these letters with no authority I can allege.
Surely, she wasn't going to start sending him love-letters, or any of that frightful rot? Deuced difficult it would be to play up to that sort of thing! He stopped on the first landing to read the note, and at the opening line his jaw fell. The envelope fluttered to the ground. "Oh, my sainted aunt!" he moaned, clutching at the banisters. "Now, I am in the soup!"
"This looks," said Agatha, who unconsciously to both had come to stand by her husband and share in his task "this looks as if they were so rarely parted that they had no need for letter-writing." "It was so: I believe my father and mother lived very happily together." "I should like to read these letters all through, if I might? They are the only love-letters I ever saw." "Are they, indeed?"
His grandchildren will read these pages, no doubt, but they will never dream that it could have been their sweet and placid and beloved old grandmother who, through such sore straits in her youth, kept her husband! Esther Wynn's Love-Letters. My uncle, Joseph Norton, lived in a very old house.
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