[By hand]
Dear Miss Power,—I must confess that I had hoped to get to Herefordshire, but no more. The rest is Chance, dear beautiful Chance.
And how did I discover that you were here too? I saw you in the garden from Miss Raby’s window and asked. Please send me a word of pardon. I should never try to influence Destiny.—I am, yours sincerely,
Bryan Field