| Claims that she has been thinking of them all [HS, NS and family] so much that summer that it seems to her as if she had written many letters, but now wishes to write to express the deep affection she feels for the memory of HS. Claims that he had 'the real genius of friendship', and that 'one cannot imagine a kinder or truer friend than he was.' Remarks on the friendship that existed between him and her husband, which 'no difference of opinion about philosophy, or religion, or politics could have altered'. Knows how hard his death is for NS, but also how bravely she will bear the shock and 'will live in the though of what has been and what is.' Refers to her own experience of bereavement. |