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3. THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY
3. THE FIRST OF FEBRUARYAt this, the eleventh hour, the postman brought a letter for Manston, directed in a woman's hand. A bachelor friend of the steward's, Mr. Dickson by name, who was somewhat of a chatterer—plenus rimarum—and who boasted of an endless string of acquaintances, had come over from Casterbridge the preceding day by invitation—an invitation which had been a pleasant surprise to Dickson himself, insomuch that Manston, as a rule, voted him a bore almost to his face. He had stayed over the night, and was sitting at breakfast with his host when the important missive arrived. Manston did not attempt to conceal the subject of the letter, or the name of the writer. First glancing the pages through, he read aloud as follows:— '"MY HUSBAND,—I implore your forgiveness.
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