27 March

My sweet, wonderful, loving boy has returned to me! At dawn, a letter from him appeared as if by magic. The morning post seems to be coming alarmingly early these days, now I come to think of it. This letter, like the others, was so beautiful, and so badly spelled, that I fell into a fit of sobs from which I did not recover for at least 5 minutes. Of course I had to forgive him. Firmness is one thing—hard-heartedness is quite another. And of course it would never do to be hard-hearted in matters of the heart. That would make no sense.