from Miss Lucy Westenra to Miss Mina Murray
Whitby, 30 August.
"Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon
be in your own home with your husband. I wish you were coming home soon enough
to stay with us here. The strong air would soon restore Jonathan. It has quite
restored me. I have an appetite like a cormorant, am full of life, and sleep well.
You will be glad to know that I have quite given up walking in my sleep. I think
I have not stirred out of my bed for a week, that is when I once got into it at
night. Arthur says I am getting fat. By the way, I forgot to tell you that Arthur
is here. We have such walks and drives, and rides, and rowing, and tennis, and
fishing together, and I love him more than ever. He tells me that he loves me
more, but I doubt that, for at first he told me that he couldn't love me more
than he did then. But this is nonsense. There he is, calling to me. So no more
just at present from your loving,
her love. She seems better, poor dear.
"P.P.S.--We are to be married
on 28 September."