"I know, of course, that it is not usual for a man who has the misfortune to be unmarried to make a call upon a lady, but I could not help myself.
William Mulready is not a man to allow his feelings to be sacrificed to the cold etiquette of the world.

I had not the pleasure of the acquaintance of that most brave and distinguished officer your late husband.

I had hoped that some day circumstances might throw me in contact with him, but it was not for me, a humble manufacturer, to force my acquaintance upon one socially my superior; but, my dear madam, when I heard of that terrible accident, of that noble self devotion, I said to myself, 'William Mulready, when a proper and decent time elapses you must call upon the relict of your late noble and distinguished townsman, and assure her of your sympathy and admiration, even if she spurns you from the door.'" "You could not think I should do that, Mr.Mulready," Mrs.Sankey said.
"It is most gratifying to me to receive this mark of sympathy in my present sad position;" and she sighed deeply.
"You are good indeed to say so," Mr.Mulready said in a tone of deep gratitude; "but I might have been sure that my motives at least would not be misunderstood by a high bred and delicate lady like yourself.

I will not now trespass on your time, but hope that I may be permitted to call again.

Should there be anything in which so humble an individual could be in the slightest degree useful to you pray command my services.
I know the responsibility which you must feel at being left in charge of those two noble boys and your charming little daughter must be well nigh overwhelming, and if you would not think it presumption I would say that any poor advice or opinion which I, who call myself in some degree a man of the world, can give, will be always at your service." "You are very good," Mrs.Sankey murmured.