1. From Mr. Bashwood to Miss Gwilt.

"Thorpe Ambrose, July 20th, 1851.

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"DEAR MADAM—I received yesterday, by private messenger, your

obliging note, in which you direct me to communicate with you

through the post only, as long as there is reason to believe that

any visitors who may come to you are likely to be observed. May

I be permitted to say that I look forward with respectful anxiety

to the time when I shall again enjoy the only real happiness

I have ever experienced—the happiness of personally addressing

you?

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"In compliance with your desire that I should not allow this day

(the Sunday) to pass without privately noticing what went on at

the great house, I took the keys, and went this morning to the

steward's office. I accounted for my appearance to the servants

by informing them that I had work to do which it was important

to complete in the shortest possible time. The same excuse would

have done for Mr. Armadale if we had met, but no such meeting

happened.

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"Although I was at Thorpe Ambrose in what I thought good time, I

was too late to see or hear anything myself of a serious quarrel

which appeared to have taken place, just before I arrived, between Mr. Armadale and Mr. Midwinter.

"All the little information I can give you in this matter

is derived from one of the servants. The man told me that he

heard the voices of the two gentlemen loud in Mr. Armadale's

sitting-room. He went in to announce breakfast shortly afterward, and found Mr. Midwinter in such a dreadful state of agitation that he had to be helped out of the room. The servant tried to take him upstairs to lie down and compose himself. He declined, saying he would wait a little first in one of the lower rooms, and begging that he might be left alone. The man had hardly got downstairs again when he heard the front door opened and closed. He ran back, and found that Mr. Midwinter was gone. The rain was pouring at the time, and thunder and lightning came soon afterward. Dreadful weather certainly to go out in. The servant thinks Mr. Midwinter's mind was unsettled. I sincerely hope not. Mr. Midwinter is one of the few people I have met with in the course of my life who have treated me kindly.

"Hearing that Mr. Armadale still remained in the sitting-room, I went into the steward's office (which, as you may remember, is on the same side of the house), and left the door ajar, and set the window open, waiting and listening for anything that might happen. Dear madam, there was a time when I might have thought such a position in the house of my employer not a very becoming one. Let me hasten to assure you that this is far from being my feeling now. I glory in any position which makes me serviceable to you.

"The state of the weather seemed hopelessly adverse to that

renewal of intercourse between Mr. Armadale and Miss Milroy which

you so confidently anticipate, and of which you are so anxious

to be made aware. Strangely enough, however, it is actually

in consequence of the state of the weather that I am now in

a position to give you the very information you require. Mr. Armadale and Miss Milroy met about an hour since. The circumstances were as follows:

"Just at the beginning of the thunder-storm, I saw one of the

grooms run across from the stables, and heard him tap at his

master's window. Mr. Armadale opened the window and asked what

was the matter. The groom said he came with a message from the

coachman's wife. She had seen from her room over the stables

(which looks on to the park) Miss Milroy quite alone, standing

for shelter under one of the trees. As that part of the park was

at some distance from the major's cottage, she had thought that

her master might wish to send and ask the young lady into the

house—especially as she had placed herself, with a thunder-storm

coming on, in what might turn out to be a very dangerous

position.

"The moment Mr. Armadale understood the man's message, he called

for the water-proof things and the umbrellas, and ran out

himself, instead of leaving it to the servants. In a little time

he and the groom came back with Miss Milroy between them, as well

protected as could be from the rain.