Indeed, It may not be a hard task, after all, for she herself has become reticent on the subject, and has not spoken of the Count or his doings ever since we told her of our decision.
2 October, evening--A long and trying and exciting day.

By the first post I got my directed envelope with a dirty scrap of paper enclosed, on which was written with a carpenter's pencil in a sprawling hand, "Sam Bloxam, Korkrans, 4 Poters Cort, Bartel Street, Walworth.

Arsk for the depite." I got the letter in bed, and rose without waking Mina.

She looked heavy and sleepy and pale, and far from well.

I determined not to wake her, but that when I should return from this new search, I would arrange for her going back to Exeter.