I have taken it on myself to write to that lady, whose address I found out while he didn't know what he was saying.

I have said that he was dying, but that I hoped he might live.
Meanwhile, I added, I thought she would like to know that he did nothing but rave of her; also that he was a hero, with a big H twice underlined.
My word! I did lay it on about the hero business with a spoon, a real hotel gravy spoon.

If Charlie Scroope knows himself again when he sees my description of him, well, I'm a Dutchman, that's all.

The letter caught the last mail and will, I hope, reach the lady in due course.

Now listen again.