That's your Tony.' 'She's my darling.' 'I hear myself speak! But your voice or mine, madre, it's one soul.

Be sure I am giving up the ghost when I cease to be one soul with you, dear and dearest! No secrets, never a shadow of a deception, or else I shall feel I am not fit to live.

Was I a bad correspondent when you were in India ?' 'Pretty well.

Copious letters when you did write.' 'I was shy.

I knew I should be writing, to Emmy and another, and only when I came to the flow could I forget him.