papa tells the man in the hall not to let you in.  I’ll find that out from Didon, but I can’t do it before sending this letter.  Papa dined out yesterday somewhere with that Lord Alfred, so I haven’t seen him since you were here.  I never see him before he goes into the city in the morning.  Now I am going downstairs to breakfast with mamma and that Miss Longestaffe.  She is a stuck-up thing.  Didn’t you think so at Caversham?

   Good-bye.  You are my own, own, own darling Felix.

   And I am your own, own affectionate ladylove,

   Marie.

Sir Felix when he read this letter at his club in the afternoon of the Monday, turned up his nose and shook his head...