I must try to control myself; I must try to write.
"Nothing happened yesterday to prepare me or to prepare Norah for this last--I had almost said, this worst--of all our afflictions.

The only alteration we either of us noticed in the unhappy girl was an alteration for the better when we parted for the night.

She kissed me, which she has not done latterly; and she burst out crying when she embraced her sister next.

We had so little suspicion of the truth that we thought these signs of renewed tenderness and affection a promise of better things for the future.
"This morning, when her sister went into her room, it was empty, and a note in her handwriting, addressed to Norah, was lying on the dressing-table.

I cannot prevail on Norah to part with the note; I can only send you the inclosed copy of it.