Frankenstein

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Clerval then put the following letter into my hands. It was from

my own Elizabeth:—

My dearest Cousin,

You have been ill, very ill, and even the constant letters of

dear kind Henry are not sufficient to reassure me on your account.

You are f*******n to write—to hold a pen; yet one word from you,

dear Victor, is necessary to calm our apprehensions. For a long

time I have thought that each post would bring this line, and my

persuasions have restrained my uncle from undertaking a journey to

Ingolstadt. I have prevented his encountering the inconveniences

and perhaps dangers of so long a journey, yet how often have I

regretted not being able to perform it myself! I figure to myself

that the task of attending on your sickbed has devolved on some

mercenary old nurse, who