What should he do next?
The complicated legal case received neither much ravelling nor unravelling
from his brains that night; but before he left his chambers he wrote the
following letter:
"MIDNIGHT, Saturday,
"All among my books and papers,
"2 Bolt Court, Middle Temple.
"DEAR, DEAR LUCY: I told you to-day that you ever had been the queen who
reigned in those palaces which I have built in Spain. You did not make me
much of an answer; but such as it was, only just one muttered doubtful-
sounding word, it has made me hope that I may be justified in asking you
to share with me a home which will not be palatial. If I am wrong--? But
no; I will not think I am wrong, or that I can be wrong. No sound coming
from you is really doubtful. You are truth itself, and the muttered word
would have been other than it was, if you had not----! may I say, had you
not already learned to love me?
"You will feel, perhaps, that I ought to have said all this to you then,
and that a letter in such a matter is but a poor substitute for a spoken
assurance of affection. You shall have the whole truth. Though I have long
loved you, I did not go down to Fawn Court with the purpose of declaring
to you my love.
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