After much thought she determined that mingled
anger and love would be the best. So she mingled them as follows:
Letter No. 4.
Greenacre Manor, Monday.
Your last letter which I have just got has killed me. You must know
that I have altered my plans and done it at immense trouble for the
sake of meeting you at Mistletoe. It will be most unkind,--I might
say worse,--if you put me off. I don't think you can do it as a
gentleman. I'm sure you would not if you knew what I have gone
through with mamma and the whole set of them to arrange it. Of
course I shan't go if you don't come. Your talk of sending the
horse there is adding an insult to the injury. You must have meant
to annoy me or you wouldn't have pretended to suppose that it was
the horse I wanted to see. I didn't think I could have taken so
violent a dislike to poor Jack as I did for a moment. Let me tell
you that I think you are bound to go to Mistletoe though the
hunting at Melton should be better than was ever known before. When
the hunting is good in one place of course it is good in another.
Even I am sportsman enough to know that. I suppose you have been
losing a lot of money and are foolish enough to think you can win
it back again.
Please, please come. It was to be the little cream of the year for
me. It wasn't Jack. There! That ought to bring you.
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