He wrote small, round letters, slanting backwards, plain as print, pleasant writing to read.

Now the old woman's address would never be of any use, and her wish that Elizabeth should travel alone was fulfilled.
There was a faint perfume from the envelope like Weldwood flowers.

She breathed it in, and wondered at it.

Was it perfume from something he carried in his pocket, some flower his lady had once given him?
But this was not a pleasant thought.

She put the envelope into her bosom after studying it again carefully until she knew the words by heart.
Then she drew forth the papers of her mother's that she had brought from home, and for the first time read them over.
The first was the marriage certificate.