Dear Fair Lady:
Since I have come to stay in Montreal for a time, and you still in
Boston, I have seen you, times, even more vividly than when I was
there. You come into my dreams at dead of night.
Can you imagine what you are in my dreams?
I look forward impatiently to the end of my time here, so that I
may go to find you again;--but my impatience grows someway less
when I think that if I am with you this vision may vanish from my
dreams.----