Those pictures on the
smoke that came true, Rujub sending you messages at Deennugghur,
and Rabda making me hear her voice and giving me hope in prison. I
do not feel so miserable at the thought of your going into danger
as I should do, if I had not a sort of conviction that we shall
meet again. People believe in presentiments of evil, why should
they not believe in presentiments of good? At any rate, it is a
comfort to me that I do feel so, and I mean to go on believing it."
"Do so, Isobel. Of course there will be danger, but the danger will
be nothing to that we have passed through together. The Sepoys will
no doubt fight hard, but already they must have begun to doubt;
their confidence in victory must be shaken, and they begin to fear
retribution for their crimes. The fighting will, I think, be less
severe as the struggle goes on, and at any rate the danger to us,
fighting as the assailants, is as nothing to that run when we were
little groups surrounded by a country in arms.
"The news that has come through from Lucknow is that, for some time
at any rate, the garrison are confident they can hold out, while
at Delhi we know that our position is becoming stronger every day;
the reinforcements are beginning to arrive from England, and though
the work may be slow at first, our army will grow, while their
strength will diminish, until we sweep them before us. I need not
stop until the end, only till the peril is over, till Lucknow is
relieved, and Delhi captured.
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