She made two copies of this letter; one she directed to ‘The Hon. Arthur Martindale, Grenadier Guards, Winchester;’ the other, ‘Post-Office, Wrangerton.’ In rather more than a week she was answered:—
‘My Dear Theodora,—You judged rightly that I am no man to trifle, or to raise expectations which I did not mean to fulfil. My wife and I are at Matlock for a few days before joining at Winchester.
‘Your affectionate brother,
‘ARTHUR N. MARTINDALE,’ [ [!-- H2 anchor --] ]
CHAPTER 2
She’s less of a bride than a bairn,
She’s ta’en like a colt from the heather,
With sense and discretion to learn.
A chiel maun be patient and steady
That yokes with a mate in her teens.
Woo’d and Married and A’
JOANNA BAILLIE
A gentleman stood waiting at the door of a house not far from the Winchester barracks.
‘Is my brother at home, James?’ as the servant gave a start of surprise and recognition.
‘No, sir; he is not in the house, but Mrs.—; will you walk in? I hope I see you better, sir.’
‘Much better, thank you. Did you say Mrs. Martindale was at home?’