Philadelphia, October 17.

You will not write to me. Your messenger assures me that you have cast
me from your thoughts forever; you will speak to me and see me no
more.

That must not be. I am preparing, inclement as the season is, to pay
you a visit. Unless you shut your door against me I _will_ see you.
You will not turn me out of doors, I hope.

I will see you and compel you to answer me, and to tell me why you will
not admit my friend to your good opinion.

J. TALBOT.




Letter XIII


_To Jane Talbot_

New York, October 19.

You need not come to see me, Jane. I will not see you. Lay me not under
the cruel necessity of shutting my door against you, for _that_ must
be the consequence of your attempt.

After reading your letter, and seeing full proof of your infatuation, I