And then she read the letter.
Plaistow Hall, -- July, 186--.
MY DEAR SIR, I have not written to you before since your bereavement, thinking it better to wait awhile; but I hope you have not taken me to be unkind in this, or have supposed me to be unmindful of your sorrow.

Now I take up my pen, hoping that I may make you understand how greatly I was distressed by what has occurred.

I believe I am now the nearest male relative that you have, and as such I am very anxious to be of service to you if it may be possible.
Considering the closeness of our connection, and my position in reference to the property, it seems bad that we should never meet.

I can assure you that you would find me very friendly if we could manage to come together.
I should think nothing of running across to Belton, if you would receive me at your house.

I could come very well before harvest, if that would suit you, and would stay with you for a week.