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January 28. '96
My Dear Clarence,
I remembered you this morning at the time of your examination This is the day that I receive no letter from you so have fealt a little lonely though I received letters from Bertha Benson, Mallinson Randall + the Buffalo. The people here have divided my letters into two classes, (viz) a letter + "the" letter - to the latter class belong your letters, to the former, every body else who writes to me
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so you see we have a little fun out of it. When the postman rings Natalie calls up stairs Grace here is "the" letter for you - Oh no; I exclaim, it is only "a" letter, and so it goes.
For once, Darling, I don't seem to have anything to say to you - Have you not yet discovered the truth about me when such is the case, It is always because I am conscious of holding something back, and the closed door so confronts me and fills up my whole vision that I cannot see beyond
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or on either side of it. That, Darling, is the key note to all my silent spells. How I long for the time when all my thoughts and experiences will be shared by you, and the barriers will all be broken down, for ever. Mallinson will probably be up tomorrow, and he will straighten out many difficulties for me. He is a trustworthy splendid fellow, Clarence, I wish you knew him, only meet him (just think of it,) last Friday, and I have had three letters from him counseling me, for my good.
The Dear old Buffalo wrote such a jolly
