Come and share its brightness with me." He wrote innumerable directions for my journey.

The nearest railway station to Dutton Manor was at Vale Royal, a pretty little town about three miles from the house.

If I would let him know by what train I should reach Vale Royal, he would be at the station to meet me.

And he said--Heaven bless his dear, loving heart--that he was looking forward to it with untold happiness.
"When I think of seeing Frances and you together," he said, "I feel like a school-boy out for a holiday.

I will count the hours, John, until you come." I had to go to London on business, and while there it was impossible to resist the temptation of running on to Brighton.