Ah, my dear, if we had none but men to contend against, and only women for our tools! But this is asking for the world, and nothing less.
'Open again,' she pursues.

'Dear Carry just come in.

There are fairies, I think, where there are dukes! Where could it have come from?
Could any human being have sent messengers post to London, ordered, and had it despatched here within this short time?
You shall not be mystified! I do not think I even hinted; but the afternoon walk I had with his Grace, on the first day of his arrival, I did shadow it very delicately how much it was to be feared our poor Carry could not, that she dared not, betray her liege lord in an evening dress.

Nothing more, upon my veracity! And Carry has this moment received the most beautiful green box, containing two of the most heavenly old lace shawls that you ever beheld.

We divine it is to hide poor Carry's matrimonial blue mark! We know nothing.