Thorpe Ambrose, Tuesday.
“MY DEAR MR. BROCK--I am in sad trouble. Midwinter has quarreled with
me and left me; and my lawyer has quarreled with me and left me; and
(except dear little Miss Milroy, who has forgiven me) all the neighbors
have turned their backs on me. There is a good deal about ‘me’ in this,
but I can’t help it. I am very miserable alone in my own house. Do pray
come and see me! You are the only old friend I have left, and I do long
so to tell you about it.
“N. B.--On my word of honor as a gentleman, I am not to blame. Yours
affectionately,
“ALLAN ARMADALE.
“P. S.--I would come to you (for this place is grown quite hateful to
me), but I have a reason for not going too far away from Miss Milroy
just at present.”