Nine o’clock, evening
Do n't write to me till you hear again , for I shall leave this certainly , though where for , not so certain . `` What a deal of trouble and uncertainty that girl might spare me if she 'd only consent to say ` Yes . ' If I see her alone this evening , I half think I shall ask her . `` Farewell for a while , and believe me , `` Yours ever , `` HARRY C. `` P.S. Nine o'clock , evening . Came down to dinner looking exceedingly pretty , and dressed to perfection . All spite and malice , I 'm certain . Asked me to take her out to sail to - morrow .