He has promised, too, to get this letter through to you.
You needn't worry about me now, dear.

I am feeling twice the man I was a month ago, and I shall stick it out now quite easily.
Write me as often as ever you can.

Your letters and Helen's make all the difference.
My love to you and to Henry.
Your affectionate brother, RICHARD.
P.S.

Is Henry an Admiral yet?
I suppose he was in the Jutland scrap, which they all tell us here was a great German victory.

I hope he came out all right.
Philippa read the postscript with a little shiver.