Hawkesbury.
"P.S .-- I write this as I shall be away from the office the next two days, while we are moving to our new house.

When we are settled in I hope you will come and see us." What was I to think of it?
For the last three days I had been losing no opportunity of snubbing this fellow, and to demonstrate to him that, so far from feeling obliged to him, I disliked him all the more for what he had done.

In return for which he now writes me this beautiful letter, breathing forgiveness and considerateness, and absolutely apologising for having paid thirty shillings to save me from ruin! Either he must be a paragon of the first water, or else-- I gave it up, and handed the letter across to Jack Smith.

He read it, with knit brows, from beginning to end, and then a second time; after which he tossed it back to me and said, "Well, what do you think of that ?" "What do you ?" "Rot, every bit of it!" I expected he would say so.

"But, Jack," I began.
"You don't mean to say," said Jack, "you're going to let yourself be taken in by that stuff ?" "But unless he means what he says, what possible motive can he have for writing a letter like that ?" Jack did not answer.