This was the last time that Godfrey spoke with Isobel for a long while.Next morning he received a note addressed in her clear and peculiarwriting, which from the angular formation of the letters and theirregularity, at a distance looked not unlike a sheet of figures.
It was short and ran:--
Dear Old Godfrey,--Don't be vexed with me because I was so cross this evening. Something in that old church upset me, and you know I have a dreadful temper. I didn't mean anything I said. I daresay it is a good thing you should go away and see the world instead of sticking in this horrid place. Leave your address with Mother Parsons, and I will write to you; but mind you answer my letters or I shan't write any more. Good-bye, old boy.Your affectionate Isobel. Who is always thinking of you.
P.S.--I'll get this to the Abbey with your milk. Can't leave it myself, as we are starting for town at half-past seven to-morrow morning to catch the early train.