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,