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.Let me hear from you atonce, and tell me all that you think about it.Mina, pray for my happiness.LucyP.S.--I need not tell you this is a secret.Goodnight again.L.LETTER, LUCY WESTENRA TO MINA MURRAY24 MayMy dearest Mina,Thanks, and thanks, and thanks again for your sweet letter.It was so niceto be able to tell you and to have your sympathy.My dear, it never rains but it pours.How true the old proverbs are.Heream I, who shall be twenty in September, and yet I never had a proposal tilltoday, not a real proposal, and today I had three.Just fancy! Threeproposals in one day! Isn't it awful! I feel sorry, really and truly sorry, fortwo of the poor fellows.Oh, Mina, I am so happy that I don't know whatto do with myself.And three proposals! But, for goodness' sake, don't tellany of the girls, or they would be getting all sorts of extravagant ideas,and imagining themselves injured and slighted if in their very first day athome they did not get six at least.Some girls are so vain! You and I, Minadear, who are engaged and are going to settle down soon soberly into oldmarried women, can despise vanity.Well, I must tell you about the three,but you must keep it a secret, dear, from every one except, of course,Jonathan.You will tell him, because I would, if I were in your place,certainly tell Arthur.A woman ought to tell her husband everything.Don't you think so, dear? And I must be fair.Men like women, certainlytheir wives, to be quite as fair as they are.And women, I am afraid, arenot always quite as fair as they should be.Well, my dear, number One came just before lunch.I told you of him, Dr.John Seward, the lunatic asylum man, with the strong jaw and the goodPage 46 CHAPTER 5forehead.He was very cool outwardly, but was nervous all the same.Hehad evidently been schooling himself as to all sorts of little things, andremembered them, but he almost managed to sit down on his silk hat,which men don't generally do when they are cool, and then when hewanted to appear at ease he kept playing with a lancet in a way that mademe nearly scream.He spoke to me, Mina, very straightfordwardly.Hetold me how dear I was to him, though he had known me so little, andwhat his life would be with me to help and cheer him.He was going to tellme how unhappy he would be if I did not care for him, but when he sawme cry he said he was a brute and would not add to my present trouble.Then he broke off and asked if I could love him in time, and when I shookmy head his hands trembled, and then with some hesitation he asked me ifI cared already for any one else.He put it very nicely, saying that he didnot want to wring my confidence from me, but only to know, because if awoman's heart was free a man might have hope.And then, Mina, I felt asort of duty to tell him that there was some one.I only told him that much,and then he stood up, and he looked very strong and very grave as he tookboth my hands in his and said he hoped I would be happy, and that If Iever wanted a friend I must count him one of my best.Oh, Mina dear, I can't help crying, and you must excuse this letter beingall blotted.Being proposed to is all very nice and all that sort of thing, butit isn't at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom youknow loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken hearted, andto know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passingout of his life.My dear, I must stop here at present, I feel so miserable,though I am so happy.Evening.Arthur has just gone, and I feel in better spirits than when I left off, so Ican go on telling you about the day.Well, my dear, number Two came after lunch.He is such a nicefellow,and American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh thatit seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and hassuch adventures.I sympathize with poor Desdemona when she had such astream poured in her ear, even by a black man.I suppose that we womenare such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and wemarry him.I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted tomake a girl love me.No, I don't, for there was Mr.Morris telling us hisstories, and Arthur never told any, and yet.My dear, I am somewhat previous.Mr.Quincy P.Morris found me alone.It seems that a man always does find a girl alone.No, he doesn't, forArthur tried twice to make a chance, and I helping him all I could, I amnot ashamed to say it now.I must tell you beforehand that Mr.Morrisdoesn't always speak slang, that is to say, he never does so to strangers orbefore them, for he is really well educated and has exquisite manners, buthe found out that it amused me to hear him talk American slang,andPage 47 CHAPTER 5whenever I was present, and there was no one to be shocked, he said suchfunny things.I am afraid, my dear, he has to invent it all, for it fits exactlyinto whatever else he has to say.But this is a way slang has.I do notknow myself if I shall ever speak slang.I do not know if Arthur likes it, asI have never heard him use any as yet.Well, Mr.Morris sat down beside me and looked as happy and jolly as hecould, but I could see all the same that he was very nervous.He took myhand in his, and said ever so sweetly."Miss Lucy, I know I ain't good enough to regulate the fixin's of your littleshoes, but I guess if you wait till you find a man that is you will go jointhem seven young women with the lamps when you quit.Won't you justhitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together,driving in double harness?"Well, he did look so hood humoured and so jolly that it didn't seem half sohard to refuse him as it did poor Dr.Seward.So I said, as lightly as Icould, that I did not know anything of hitching, and that I wasn't broken toharness at all yet.Then he said that he had spoken in a light manner, andhe hoped that if he had made a mistake in doing so on so grave, somomentous, and occasion for him, I would forgive him.He really did lookserious when he was saying it, and I couldn't help feeling a sort ofexultation that he was number Two in one day.And then, my dear, beforeI could say a word he began pouring out a perfect torrent of love-making,laying his very heart and soul at my feet.He looked so earnest over it thatI shall never again think that a man must be playful always, and neverearnest, because he is merry at times.I suppose he saw something in myface which checked him, for he suddenly stopped,and said with a sort ofmanly fervour that I could have loved him for if I had been free."Lucy, you are an honest hearted girl, I know.I should not be herespeaking to you as I am now if I did not believe you clean grit, rightthrough to the very depths of your soul.Tell me, like one good fellow toanother, is there any one else that you care for? And if there is I'll nevertrouble you a hair's breadth again, but will be, if you will let me, a veryfaithful friend."My dear Mina, why are men so noble when we women are so little worthyof them? Here was I almost making fun of this great hearted, truegentleman [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Let me hear from you atonce, and tell me all that you think about it.Mina, pray for my happiness.LucyP.S.--I need not tell you this is a secret.Goodnight again.L.LETTER, LUCY WESTENRA TO MINA MURRAY24 MayMy dearest Mina,Thanks, and thanks, and thanks again for your sweet letter.It was so niceto be able to tell you and to have your sympathy.My dear, it never rains but it pours.How true the old proverbs are.Heream I, who shall be twenty in September, and yet I never had a proposal tilltoday, not a real proposal, and today I had three.Just fancy! Threeproposals in one day! Isn't it awful! I feel sorry, really and truly sorry, fortwo of the poor fellows.Oh, Mina, I am so happy that I don't know whatto do with myself.And three proposals! But, for goodness' sake, don't tellany of the girls, or they would be getting all sorts of extravagant ideas,and imagining themselves injured and slighted if in their very first day athome they did not get six at least.Some girls are so vain! You and I, Minadear, who are engaged and are going to settle down soon soberly into oldmarried women, can despise vanity.Well, I must tell you about the three,but you must keep it a secret, dear, from every one except, of course,Jonathan.You will tell him, because I would, if I were in your place,certainly tell Arthur.A woman ought to tell her husband everything.Don't you think so, dear? And I must be fair.Men like women, certainlytheir wives, to be quite as fair as they are.And women, I am afraid, arenot always quite as fair as they should be.Well, my dear, number One came just before lunch.I told you of him, Dr.John Seward, the lunatic asylum man, with the strong jaw and the goodPage 46 CHAPTER 5forehead.He was very cool outwardly, but was nervous all the same.Hehad evidently been schooling himself as to all sorts of little things, andremembered them, but he almost managed to sit down on his silk hat,which men don't generally do when they are cool, and then when hewanted to appear at ease he kept playing with a lancet in a way that mademe nearly scream.He spoke to me, Mina, very straightfordwardly.Hetold me how dear I was to him, though he had known me so little, andwhat his life would be with me to help and cheer him.He was going to tellme how unhappy he would be if I did not care for him, but when he sawme cry he said he was a brute and would not add to my present trouble.Then he broke off and asked if I could love him in time, and when I shookmy head his hands trembled, and then with some hesitation he asked me ifI cared already for any one else.He put it very nicely, saying that he didnot want to wring my confidence from me, but only to know, because if awoman's heart was free a man might have hope.And then, Mina, I felt asort of duty to tell him that there was some one.I only told him that much,and then he stood up, and he looked very strong and very grave as he tookboth my hands in his and said he hoped I would be happy, and that If Iever wanted a friend I must count him one of my best.Oh, Mina dear, I can't help crying, and you must excuse this letter beingall blotted.Being proposed to is all very nice and all that sort of thing, butit isn't at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom youknow loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken hearted, andto know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passingout of his life.My dear, I must stop here at present, I feel so miserable,though I am so happy.Evening.Arthur has just gone, and I feel in better spirits than when I left off, so Ican go on telling you about the day.Well, my dear, number Two came after lunch.He is such a nicefellow,and American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh thatit seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and hassuch adventures.I sympathize with poor Desdemona when she had such astream poured in her ear, even by a black man.I suppose that we womenare such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and wemarry him.I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted tomake a girl love me.No, I don't, for there was Mr.Morris telling us hisstories, and Arthur never told any, and yet.My dear, I am somewhat previous.Mr.Quincy P.Morris found me alone.It seems that a man always does find a girl alone.No, he doesn't, forArthur tried twice to make a chance, and I helping him all I could, I amnot ashamed to say it now.I must tell you beforehand that Mr.Morrisdoesn't always speak slang, that is to say, he never does so to strangers orbefore them, for he is really well educated and has exquisite manners, buthe found out that it amused me to hear him talk American slang,andPage 47 CHAPTER 5whenever I was present, and there was no one to be shocked, he said suchfunny things.I am afraid, my dear, he has to invent it all, for it fits exactlyinto whatever else he has to say.But this is a way slang has.I do notknow myself if I shall ever speak slang.I do not know if Arthur likes it, asI have never heard him use any as yet.Well, Mr.Morris sat down beside me and looked as happy and jolly as hecould, but I could see all the same that he was very nervous.He took myhand in his, and said ever so sweetly."Miss Lucy, I know I ain't good enough to regulate the fixin's of your littleshoes, but I guess if you wait till you find a man that is you will go jointhem seven young women with the lamps when you quit.Won't you justhitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together,driving in double harness?"Well, he did look so hood humoured and so jolly that it didn't seem half sohard to refuse him as it did poor Dr.Seward.So I said, as lightly as Icould, that I did not know anything of hitching, and that I wasn't broken toharness at all yet.Then he said that he had spoken in a light manner, andhe hoped that if he had made a mistake in doing so on so grave, somomentous, and occasion for him, I would forgive him.He really did lookserious when he was saying it, and I couldn't help feeling a sort ofexultation that he was number Two in one day.And then, my dear, beforeI could say a word he began pouring out a perfect torrent of love-making,laying his very heart and soul at my feet.He looked so earnest over it thatI shall never again think that a man must be playful always, and neverearnest, because he is merry at times.I suppose he saw something in myface which checked him, for he suddenly stopped,and said with a sort ofmanly fervour that I could have loved him for if I had been free."Lucy, you are an honest hearted girl, I know.I should not be herespeaking to you as I am now if I did not believe you clean grit, rightthrough to the very depths of your soul.Tell me, like one good fellow toanother, is there any one else that you care for? And if there is I'll nevertrouble you a hair's breadth again, but will be, if you will let me, a veryfaithful friend."My dear Mina, why are men so noble when we women are so little worthyof them? Here was I almost making fun of this great hearted, truegentleman [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]