What do you think was the first thing she asked for?
Pen, ink, and paper.

Her next request was that I would write Mr.
Goldenheart's address on an envelope.

"Are you going to write to him ?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "I want to speak to him, while John is out of the way at business," "Secrets ?" I said, turning it off with a laugh.
She answered, speaking gravely and earnestly.

"Yes; secrets." The letter was written, and sent to his hotel, inviting him to lunch with us on the first day when he was disengaged.