I feel a sort of nostalgia for the wild--though my nostalgia is mental, and not from any former association.

Do not be surprised if some day you get a telegram saying that I am coming.' Another sheet.
'Will was married yesterday.

I have just read the account of the ceremony--I can see it all--the usual semi-smart opulent wedding--palms lining the aisle, Orange blossom galore.

The bride "beautiful in cream satin and old lace"-- Evelyn Mary is simply a LUMP--Pages in white velvet--The fussy overdressed Bagallay crowd of friends--I hear there are no "in-laws," And the bridegroom's face--dark, cynical--I know the sort of miserable smile and the queer glitter in his eyes.--"I WILLOUGHBY TAKE THEE EVELYN MARY...

FOR BETTER AND FOR WORSE...TILL DEATH US DO PART "...