No news from Jonathan. I am getting quite
uneasy about him, though why I should I do not know, but I do wish that he would
write, if it were only a single line.
Lucy walks more than ever, and each
night I am awakened by her moving about the room. Fortunately, the weather is
so hot that she cannot get cold. But still, the anxiety and the perpetually being
awakened is beginning to tell on me, and I am getting nervous and wakeful myself.
Thank God, Lucy's health keeps up. Mr. Holmwood has been suddenly called to Ring
to see his father, who has been taken seriously ill. Lucy frets at the postponement
of seeing him, but it does not touch her looks. She is a trifle stouter, and her
cheeks are a lovely rose-pink. She has lost the anemic look which she had. I pray
it will all last.