The next morning, as she was starting
for the woods, rather later than usual, Dick, the
stable-boy, who had just returned from the post-office,
detached a letter from a packet he was handing the
butler and ran after her. As Helena was her only
correspondent, she marvelled at the strange handwriting,
but opened the letter more promptly than most women
do in the circumstances. It was from Trennahan
and read:
DEAR MISS YORBA,-I have
virtually bought the place. That is to say,
I shall buy it as soon as the deeds are made out.
Meanwhile, I am looking for servants and hope
to move down on Monday next at latest. Mr.
Smith has also consented to sell me his stud, which,
your father tells me, is exceptionally fine. So,
you see, I am really to be your neighbour, and
am hoping you are friendly enough not to be displeased.
At all events, I shall give myself the pleasure
of riding over on Monday evening, and hope that you
will join me in another ride on the following
morning. Meanwhile, can I do anything for
you in town? Is there anything that you would
care to read? Pray command me.
Faithfully,
J. S. TRENNAHAN.
Never was there a more commonplace
or business-like note, but it seemed a miracle of
easy grace to Magdalena: it was the first note
of any sort that she had received from a man not old
enough to be her father. She invested it with
all the man’s magnetism, and heard it enunciated
in his cultivated voice. She imagined it delivered
in the nasal tones of her uncle, or in the thick voice
of the youth that had sat on her left at the birthday
dinner,-she had forgotten his name,-and
shuddered.
She recalled that her mother had received
an envelope directed by the same hand the night before;
but that, doubtless, had been a mere note of politeness.
He had written this because he wished to do so!
She spent the entire morning answering
the note, and discovered that it was as easy to write
a book. After tearing up some twenty epistles,
she concluded that the following, when copied on her
best note-paper, and compared with the dictionary,
would do,-
DEAR MR. TRENNAHAN,-I
am glad that you have bought the
Mark Smith place.
There is nothing that I want. Many thanks.
Yours truly,
MAGDALENA YORBA.