approval　when　they　are　made　plain　to　you。　We　shall　return　to　town
  on　the　15th　of　next　month；　and　my　first　duty　will　be　to　present
  myself　at　your　hospitable　door　and　satisfy　your　curiosity；　if　I
  have　excited　it。　My　father；　I　am　glad　to　state；　has　so　greatly
  improved　that　he　can　no　longer　be　regarded　as　an　invalid。　With
  great　esteem；　I　am；　etc。；　etc。
  XIII。
  EDWARD　DELANEY　TO　JOHN　FLEMMING。
  August　31；　1872。
  Your　letter；　announcing　your　mad　determination　to　come　here；　has
  just　reached　me。　I　beseech　you　to　reflect　a　moment。　The　step　would
  be　fatal　to　your　interests　and　hers。　You　would　furnish　just　cause
  for　irritation　to　R。　W。　D。；　and；　though　he　loves　Marjorie
  devotedly；　he　is　capable　of　going　to　any　lengths　if　opposed。　You
  would　not　like；　I　am　convinced；　to　be　the　means　of　causing　him　to
  treat　her　with　severity。　That　would　be　the　result　of　your　presence
  at　The　Pines　at　this　juncture。　I　am　annoyed　to　be　obliged　to　point
  out　these　things　to　you。　We　are　on　very　delicate　ground；　Jack；　the
  situation　is　critical；　and　the　slightest　mistake　in　a　move　would
  cost　us　the　game。　If　you　consider　it　worth　the　winning；　be　patient。
  Trust　a　little　to　my　sagacity。　Wait　and　see　what　happens。　Moreover；
  I　understand　from　Dillon　that　you　are　in　no　condition　to　take　so
  long　a　journey。　He　thinks　the　air　of　the　coast　would　be　the　worst
  thing　possible　for　you；　that　you　ought　to　go　inland；　if　anywhere。
  Be　advised　by　me。　Be　advised　by　Dillon。
  XIV。
  TELEGRAMS。
  September　1；　1872。
  1。　…　TO　EDWARD　DELANEY。
  Letter　received。　Dillon　be　hanged。　I　think　I　ought　to　be　on　the
  ground。
  J。　F。
  2。　…　TO　JOHN　FLEMMING。
  Stay　where　you　are。　You　would　only　complicated　matters。　Do　not　move
  until　you　hear　from　me。
  E。　D。
  3。　…　TO　EDWARD　DELANEY。
  My　being　at　The　Pines　could　be　kept　secret。　I　must　see　her。
  J。　F。
  4。　…　TO　JOHN　FLEMMING。
  Do　not　think　of　it。　It　would　be　useless。　R。　W。　D。　has　locked　M。　in
  her　room。　You　would　not　be　able　to　effect　and　interview。
  E。　D。
  5。　…　TO　EDWARD　DELANEY。
  Locked　her　in　her　room。　Good　God。　That　settles　the　question。　I
  shall　leave　by　the　twelve…fifteen　express。
  J。　F。
  XV。
  THE　ARRIVAL。
  On　the　second　day　of　September；　1872；　as　the　down　express；　due　at
  3。40；　left　the　station　at　Hampton；　a　young　man；　leaning　on　the
  shoulder　of　a　servant；　whom　he　addressed　as　Watkins；　stepped　from
  the　platform　into　a　hack；　and　requested　to　be　driven　to　〃The
  Pines。〃　On　arriving　at　the　gate　of　a　modest　farm…house；　a　few　miles
  from　the　station；　the　young　man　descended　with　difficulty　from　the
  carriage；　and；　casting　a　hasty　glance　across　the　road；　seemed　much
  impressed　by　some　peculiarity　in　the　landscape。　Again　leaning　on
  the　shoulder　of　the　person　Watkins；　he　walked　to　the　door　of　the
  farm…house　and　inquired　for　Mr。　Edward　Delaney。　He　was　informed　by
  the　aged　man　who　answered　his　knock；　that　Mr。　Edward　Delaney　had
  gone　to　Boston　the　day　before；　but　that　Mr。　Jonas　Delaney　was
  within。　This　information　did　not　appear　satisfactory　to　the
  stranger；　who　inquired　if　Mr。　Edward　Delaney　had　left　any　message
  for　Mr。　John　Flemming。　There　was　a　letter　for　Mr。　Flemming　if　he
  were　that　person。　After　a　brief　absence　the　aged　man　reappeared
  with　a　Letter。
  XVI。
  EDWARD　DELANEY　TO　JOHN　FLEMMING。
  September　1；　1872。
  I　am　horror…stricken　at　what　I　have　done！　When　I　began　this
  correspondence　I　had　no　other　purpose　than　to　relieve　the　tedium　of
  your　sick…chamber。　Dillon　told　me　to　cheer　you　up。　I　tried　to。　I
  thought　that　you　entered　into　the　spirit　of　the　thing。　I　had　no
  idea；　until　within　a　few　days；　that　you　were　taking　matters　au
  grand　serieux。
  What　can　I　say？　I　am　in　sackcloth　and　ashes。　I　am　a　pariah；　a　dog
  of　an　outcast。　I　tried　to　make　a　little　romance　to　interest　you；
  something　soothing　and　idyllic；　and；　by　Jove！　I　have　done　it　only
  too　well！　My　father　doesn't　know　a　word　of　this；　so　don't　jar　the
  old　gentleman　any　more　than　you　can　help。　I　fly　from　the　wrath　to
  comewhen　you　arrive！　For　oh；　dear　Jack；　there　isn't　any　piazza；
  there　isn't　any　hammockthere　isn't　any　Marjorie　Daw！
  The　End