YOUR LOVING HUSBAND.
March 23, 1882.
MY OWN DARLING WIFIE,—I have only just got an opportunity of sending my Queenie a few lines, and will write a nice long letter to-night.
No letter came to me from you between that dated March 14 and the two of March 20. A reference to his[[2]] return from Paris makes me think that you may have sent me one between, informing me that he had gone, which I did not receive. If you think one has been intercepted write in future to Mr. W. Kerr, Casino, Rathdrum, and they will reach me safely, otherwise no change need be made.
The letter written between the lines, of which I spoke, was that refused by the warder, and I did not send it.
Mrs. S. has written me that she has "seen you recently," and that you "have not left your room," assuming that I know all about it. What am I to say to her?
I have not been weighed yet, but shall try to-day and send my own darling the true weight. It must be considerably more than 12-5.
My beautiful little Wifie must continue to take great care of herself and not go too often to town.
YOUR OWN LOVING KING.
March 24, 1882.