‘Dear Cyril,—The Dulcimers say you ought to assist at my wedding, and I think the same. Will you come?
‘Yours always,
‘Kenrick.’
The answer was very little longer:
‘Dear Kenrick,—I agree with you and the Dulcimers. I will come to assist in the ceremony, and to wish you and your bride all blessings that this life and the brighter life after can yield.
‘My time is closely occupied here, so my visit must be of the shortest. I will come on Tuesday afternoon, and must return on Wednesday, directly after the wedding.
‘Yours in all affection and good faith,
‘Cyril.’
This letter made Kenrick happy. It dispelled the one uneasiness of his mind, the lurking notion that he had helped to spoil his cousin’s peace. Cyril was evidently reconciled to the existing state of things. After all it was his own doing, Kenrick thought. He had no right to complain.
Kenrick showed the letter to Beatrix, who read it slowly and thoughtfully, and returned it to him without a word.
‘A gentleman-like letter, isn’t it?’ asked Kenrick.
‘Very,’ she answered.