She was about to say something, but her cousin replied rapidly: 'Oh, Mr.Egremont is in London--at least, he was a month ago.' 'Not much of a guarantee that he is there now,' Mr.Newthorpe rejoined.
'I'll drop him a line and see,' said Paula.

'I meant to do so yesterday, but forgot.

I'll write and tell him to send me a full account of himself.

Isn't it too bad that people don't write to me?
Everybody forgets you when you're out of town in the season.

Now you'll see I shan't have a single letter again this morning; it is the cruellest thing!' 'But you had a letter yesterday, Paula,' Annabel remarked.
'A letter?
Oh, from mamma; that doesn't count.