No doubt his wife still thinks of him; she does not know what happened. He looks as if he would have often written to her;—she will still be getting mail from him—To-morrow, in a week’s time—perhaps even a stray letter a month hence. She will read it, and in it he will be speaking to her. My state is getting worse, I can no longer control my thoughts. What would his wife look like? Like the little brunette on the other side of the canal?
