Wednesday night Dalmuir Hill My dearest Donald I wonder if you are as dull and lonely as your poor pussy is tonight. I thought this day would never pass and I did not look forward to the evening with pleasure as I could not have you beside me. Every time you leave me I feel the separation more than ever. How happy I would be if I could go about with you. I was a little the worse of our parting yesterday. I felt very unwell during the night and I sent to ask the Doctor to come up this morning. I am much better now and I hope I shall be quite well tomorrow. I hope you are in some comfortable house tonight and that your cold is better. I shall be very anxious to hear from you. I trust we are to be as