He waited, standing on the rug with his face to the fire-place, till he was quite alone, and then he opened it.

It ran as follows:-- House of Commons, Saturday.
DEAR EMILY,-- Trevelyan, as he read this, cursed Colonel Osborne between his teeth.
DEAR EMILY, I called this afternoon, but you were out.

I am afraid you will be disappointed by what I have to tell you, but you should rather be glad of it.

They say at the C.O.

that Sir Marmaduke would not receive their letter if sent now till the middle of June, and that he could not be in London, let him do what he would, till the end of July.