“Oh, nothing; only a little locket I bought for her.”
“With some of your hair in it?”
“Well of course. Come now, there's no harm in that.”
“No; no harm. Do you think she will wear it?”
“How can I tell?”
“It may make her think it isn't all at an end, I'm afraid. If she always wears your hair—”
“By Jove, you're too bad, Hardy. I wish you had had to write it yourself. It's all very easy to pull my letter to pieces, I dare say, but—”
“I didn't want to read it, remember.”
“No more you did. I forgot. But I wish you would just write down now what you would have said.”
“Yes, I think I see myself at it. By the way, of course you have sent your letter?”