forty minutes past two
I know that you will forgive me , dearest , and perhaps you forgave me before closing your eyes in sleep , for you must be sleeping now . But when I meet you to-morrow -- I mean to-day -- and see forgiveness in your sweet eyes , I shall be as glad as if I had hoped for no such sweet thing . Since I parted from you I have felt very unhappy about different things -- too unhappy to sleep . It is now forty minutes past two , and if this letter is posted by three you will get it in the morning . I have my bedroom window open so as to hear if a policeman passes ; but if one should not pass I will just slip an ulster over my nightdress and run to the pillar-box myself Good-night , darling -- I mean good-morning . MARY . P.S. -- It has been raining , I fancy , as the pavement looks wet , and it seems cold too ; but as a little penance for my unkindness to you , I shall run to the post with bare feet .