Another written a fortnight later, from London.
"HOSPITAL OF SS. STANISLAUS AND TERESA,
COPSE END ROAD,
ST. JOHN'S WOOD, N. W.
"My DEAREST MAN,
"The operation--quite a small affair, happily over, and your Kathy
pronounced to be well upon the mend. I get the best of care at this
dear place, where matron and Sisters spoil me. Everybody in town is
overwhelmingly kind, and if I set down all the messages of affection
and goodwill that I am charged with for you, and repeated all the
admiring speeches that have been made to me about my sweetheart--I
should need half-a-dozen sheets of letter-paper to write to you
instead of one.
"Are you able to read for yourself a little, dearest, or do you still
depend on the kind offices of your nurse? If the answer is 'Yes' to
my question, she has of course given you my letters. I have her
assurance that she will do this on the very earliest opportunity.
For I should not like her to read them to you, you know, Edward! For
one thing, my epistolary style is open to criticism--and for
another--what I set down for your dear eyes was and will always be
meant for no other's. Ah, but you understand!
"This is a dull scribble. But I'll do better next time. Too tired
to write another. God bless you, darling!