Perhaps"-- O happy thought!--it was but make-believe displeasure which had so tortured him.

Perhaps--yes, he would believe it--she had never received his letter; they had been careless, they had failed to give it her or to send it aright.

He would write her once again, in language which would relieve his heart, and which she must comprehend.

He loved her; perhaps, ah, perhaps she loved him a little in return: he would believe so till he was undeceived, and be infinitely happy in the belief.
Is it not wondrous how even the tiniest grain of love will permeate the saddest and sorest recesses of the heart, and instantly cause it to pulsate with thoughts and emotions the sweetest and dearest in life?
O Love, thou sweet, thou young and rose lipped cherubim, how does thy smile illuminate the universe! how does thy slightest touch electrify the soul! how gently and tenderly dost thou lead us up to heaven! With Surrey, to decide was to act.

The second letter, full of sweetest yet intensest love,--his heart laid bare to her,--was written; was sent, enclosed in one to his aunt.