Day after day Fenella waited at home for Victor, denying herself to
everybody else. Every afternoon she dressed herself in some gown he
had said he liked her in. She dressed her hair, too, in the way he
liked best. But still he did not come.
At length she determined to write to him. Writing was a terrible
ordeal. Her pride fought with her love and she could never satisfy
herself with her letters. First it was--
"DEAR VICTOR,--Don't you really think you've stayed away long
enough? Remember your 'Manx ones'--especially your lovely and
beloved Manx women--won't they be talking?"