It has done me good to write to you of this, my Adrienne, for love is coming to you, too, even if it has not yet come as it has to me.
Your Patrice.
XXIX
MOLLY WINSTON TO MERCÉDES LANE
Awepesha, Long Island.
Dearest Mercédes:
I haven't written to you since Bretton Woods, because the little details of our travels might have seemed an aggravation while I kept the Secret up my sleeve, and had no particular personal news with which to embroider the story of the days. Now, it's different. I can't tell you the Secret yet, it's true; but there's some rather big news—news which brought us all back to Long Island in a hurry after Great Barrington. I'm debating with myself whether to blurt it out now, or to lead up to it gradually. I'll ask Jack's advice!