A few days later came a whole bundle of letters. Jenny waded through some
of the writing, printed in an awful gothic scrawl, and then wrote to a
Mrs. Schlessinger in the vicinity of Warnemünde, renting a room from the
fifteenth of November. She gave Mrs. Rasmussen notice, and told Gunnar by
letter of her decision.
On the eve of her departure she wrote to Gram:
“DEAR FRIEND,—I have formed a decision which I am afraid will
hurt you, but you must not be angry with me. I am tired and
unnerved; I know I was tiresome and disagreeable to you when
you were here, and I don’t want it to happen again, so have
decided not to see you until all is over and I am normal
again. I am leaving here tomorrow early, going abroad. I am
not giving you my address at present, but you can send your
letters _via_ Mrs. Ahlin, Varberg, Sweden, and I will write you
through her. Do not be anxious about me. I am quite well and
everything is all right, but I beg of you, dear, not to try to
get into communication with me in any other way than the one
I have suggested. Do not be vexed with me, for I believe this
arrangement to be the best for both of us, and please try not
to worry about me more than you can help.—Yours affectionately,