"Certainly I wrote to her. I wrote to her twice. My last letter was one which I think she ought to have answered. She had accepted me, and had given me a right to tell my own story when she unfortunately heard from other sources the story of my journey to Lowestoft with Mrs. Hurtle." Paul pleaded his own case with indignant heat, not understanding at first that Roger had come to him on a friendly mission.
"She did answer your letter."
"I have not had a line from her;—not a word!"
"She did answer your letter."
"What did she say to me?"
"Nay,—you must ask her that."
"But if she will not see me?"
"She will see you. I can tell you that. And I will tell you this also;—that she wrote to you as a girl writes to the lover whom she does wish to see."
"Is that true?" exclaimed Paul, jumping up.
"I am here especially to tell you that it is true. I should hardly come on such a mission if there were a doubt. You may go to her, and need have nothing to fear,—unless, indeed, it be the opposition of her mother."