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The 'Correspondence' Affair #51 - November 4, 1914 (Ermengarde to Alexander)
From : Thun, Switzerland
November 4, 1914
Dear Mister Waverly,
Please forgive my forwardness in writing to you and my intrusion into Millicent's things to find your address. I know that Millicent promised to write to you every month, but she is currently unable to do so. I only hope that neither of you will be cross that I am filling the gap. I wish that I could consult with her, but I am not permitted to speak with her, so if she is angry, I suppose I shall simply have to apologize afterward.
On one hand, I do not want to worry you as I know from Millicent that you are now in the horrid war that has begun. On the other hand, Millicent is very faithful to her word and I fear that you would worry more if the letters stopped altogether than if you knew what was going on.
I suppose I should get straight to the point. Millicent and four other of our ladies here are under quarantine for Scarlet Fever. Hardly any word comes to us from the ladies who are isolated and, of course, no writing materials are allowed out that might carry the germs. I was able to speak with one of the women who are tending the invalids this morning and inquire about Millicent. The woman, she refers to herself as Nurse Cassandra, says that Millicent is doing as well as one could reasonably expect - whatever that actually means. She is apparently handling her convalescence well. The nurse said her only request was a slight adjustment of her bed so that she could view the stars at night.
I understand that, in all, she and the others will need to remain in quarantine for six weeks. This is her second week in, so at least they should be released by Christmas. I wish I could send some of her things in to her to read, but anything that enters that area will have to be burnt. She may or may not be angry at me for telling you of her illness, but she would be furious with me if I caused any of her things to be incinerated.
I expect that the December letter will once more be from Millicent, so I will end this with what I know is her hopes as well as mine for the continued health of you and your fellow soldiers.
With regards,
Ermengarde Breckenridge
November 4, 1914
Dear Mister Waverly,
Please forgive my forwardness in writing to you and my intrusion into Millicent's things to find your address. I know that Millicent promised to write to you every month, but she is currently unable to do so. I only hope that neither of you will be cross that I am filling the gap. I wish that I could consult with her, but I am not permitted to speak with her, so if she is angry, I suppose I shall simply have to apologize afterward.
On one hand, I do not want to worry you as I know from Millicent that you are now in the horrid war that has begun. On the other hand, Millicent is very faithful to her word and I fear that you would worry more if the letters stopped altogether than if you knew what was going on.
I suppose I should get straight to the point. Millicent and four other of our ladies here are under quarantine for Scarlet Fever. Hardly any word comes to us from the ladies who are isolated and, of course, no writing materials are allowed out that might carry the germs. I was able to speak with one of the women who are tending the invalids this morning and inquire about Millicent. The woman, she refers to herself as Nurse Cassandra, says that Millicent is doing as well as one could reasonably expect - whatever that actually means. She is apparently handling her convalescence well. The nurse said her only request was a slight adjustment of her bed so that she could view the stars at night.
I understand that, in all, she and the others will need to remain in quarantine for six weeks. This is her second week in, so at least they should be released by Christmas. I wish I could send some of her things in to her to read, but anything that enters that area will have to be burnt. She may or may not be angry at me for telling you of her illness, but she would be furious with me if I caused any of her things to be incinerated.
I expect that the December letter will once more be from Millicent, so I will end this with what I know is her hopes as well as mine for the continued health of you and your fellow soldiers.
With regards,
Ermengarde Breckenridge