'It is locked up in my desk there now.' 'Read it!' said we.
'No,' said she; 'the light is bad, and I can remember it well enough, word for word, flourishes and all.' We could not be choosers in the circumstances, and she began.
* * * * * 'There are two in it, of course, the man and the woman, and it was on an evening in September that she first got to know him.

There had not been such a grand gathering on the Esplanade all the season.

His Majesty King George the Third was present, with all the princesses and royal dukes, while upwards of three hundred of the general nobility and other persons of distinction were also in the town at the time.

Carriages and other conveyances were arriving every minute from London and elsewhere; and when among the rest a shabby stage-coach came in by a by-route along the coast from Havenpool, and drew up at a second-rate tavern, it attracted comparatively little notice.
'From this dusty vehicle a man alighted, left his small quantity of luggage temporarily at the office, and walked along the street as if to look for lodgings.
'He was about forty-five--possibly fifty--and wore a long coat of faded superfine cloth, with a heavy collar, and a hunched-up neckcloth.

He seemed to desire obscurity.
'But the display appeared presently to strike him, and he asked of a rustic he met in the street what was going on; his accent being that of one to whom English pronunciation was difficult.
'The countryman looked at him with a slight surprise, and said, "King Jarge is here and his royal Cwort." 'The stranger inquired if they were going to stay long.
'"Don't know, Sir.