I'm a very different Frank to the silly ass you knew in the old Haslemere days.
Now here's a five pound note to cover the cost of a full cable to say "yes," and when you'll be ready to start.

When I get your answer--somehow I feel it'll _be_ "yes"-- I'll send you a draft on a London bank to pay for a suitable trousseau and your passage from London to Cape Town, and _of course_ I'll come and meet you there, where we can be married.

I shan't sleep properly till I get your "yes." Your ever loving and always faithful FRANK.
P.S.

There's a poor fellow here in the same ward dying--I should say--of necrosis of the jaw--Vavasour Williams is his name or a part of his name.

His father was at Cambridge with my old man, and--isn't it rum ?--he was a pupil of _Praddy's_!! He mucked his school and 'varsity career, thought next he'd like to be an architect or a scene painter.