4 November, evening
The accident to the launch
has been a terrible thing for us. Only for it we should have overtaken the boat
long ago, and by now my dear Mina would have been free. I fear to think of her,
off on the wolds near that horrid place.
We have got horses, and we follow
on the track. I note this whilst Godalming is getting ready. We have our arms.
The Szgany must look out if they mean to fight. Oh, if only Morris and Seward
were with us. We must only hope!
If I write no more Goodby Mina! God bless
and keep you.