Of course there were many reasons why Theobald should not have written.

He was very gay in India, much in demand in his spare time for all sorts of entertainments.
"If there had been any serious reason for his not writing we should have heard fast enough, Gran," I said.
"Why, that is true, Bawn," she replied.

"Still, where one loves one is unnecessarily anxious." I felt the rebuke of her words, though I knew she had intended no rebuke, and made up my mind with a rush of compunction to write a long letter to Theobald in the morning.
Miss Champion was staying the night at Aghadoe; and I thought it would be well to leave her and my grandmother together that they might talk over things.

Besides that, I had not yet read my letter and the moment was approaching when I might do so.

And all at once my patience seemed to have given out, to be quite exhausted.