CHAPTER XV
MORE KILMAINHAM LETTERS
"The soul of a philosopher will consider that it is the office of philosophy to set her free."—SOCRATES.
January 3, 1882.
MY OWN DARLING QUEENIE,—Many happy New Years, my own love, with your husband to make you happy.
My Queenie must take great care of herself, and must be sure to have at least one doctor in February. It will never do to let it trust to chance.
There is every prospect of my being able to see my darling soon, but it does not do to be too sure, as things change so much from day to day.
January 7, 1882.
MY OWN QUEENIE,—If Queenie could see her husband reading her letters over and over again every night she would have more faith in their readable quality and power for giving her husband happiness than she can have in looking at the blank paper as the result of her work. The paper of that of the 6th, which reached me to-day, is exactly suited; but Wifie, in sending two sheets, one of them quite blank, makes a bad conspirator, but I must forgive her, as the result is by no means blank to me.