Whitby, 30 August.
"My dearest Mina,
"Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon be
in your own home with your husband. I wish you were coming home
soon enough to stay with us here. The strong air would soon
restore Jonathan. It has quite restored me. I have an appetite
like a cormorant, am full of life, and sleep well. You will be
glad to know that I have quite given up walking in my sleep.
I think I have not stirred out of my bed for a week, that is
when I once got into it at night. Arthur says I am getting fat.
By the way, I forgot to tell you that Arthur is here.
We have such walks and drives, and rides, and rowing, and tennis,
and fishing together, and I love him more than ever.
He tells me that he loves me more, but I doubt that, for at first
he told me that he couldn't love me more than he did then.
But this is nonsense. There he is, calling to me.
So no more just at present from your loving,
"Lucy.
"P.S.--Mother sends her love. She seems better, poor dear.
"P.P.S.--We are to be married on 28 September."