But what of those things?
He had received letters from women who were fairly called ladies, but never so sensible, so human a letter as this.

He could not single out any one sentence and say it was at all remarkable or clever; the _ensemble_ of the letter it was which won him; and beyond the one request that he would write or come to her again soon there was nothing to show her sense of a claim upon him.
To write again and develop a correspondence was the last thing Raye would have preconceived as his conduct in such a situation; yet he did send a short, encouraging line or two, signed with his pseudonym, in which he asked for another letter, and cheeringly promised that he would try to see her again on some near day, and would never forget how much they had been to each other during their short acquaintance..