Darling Vivie! Do
think about it. You'd never regret it. I'm a very different
Frank to the silly ass you knew in the old Haslemere days.
Now here's a five pound note to cover the cost of a full
cable to say "yes," and when you'll be ready to start. When
I get your answer--somehow I feel it'll _be_ "yes"--I'll
send you a draft on a London bank to pay for a suitable
trousseau and your passage from London to Cape Town, and _of
course_ I'll come and meet you there, where we can be
married. I shan't sleep properly till I get your "yes."
Your ever loving and always faithful
FRANK.
P.S. There's a poor fellow here in the same ward dying--I
should say--of necrosis of the jaw--Vavasour Williams is his
name or a part of his name. His father was at Cambridge with
my old man, and--isn't it rum?--he was a pupil of
_Praddy's_!! He mucked his school and 'varsity career,
thought next he'd like to be an architect or a scene
painter. My dad recommended Praddy as a master. He worked in
the Praed studio, but got the chuck over some foolery. Then
as he couldn't face his poor old Governor, he enlisted in
the Bechuanaland Border police, came out to South Africa and
got let in for this show.
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