They were all from places abroad.

One was from Vienna, one was from Milan, and one from some place with an unpronounceable name in Hungary.

The last----" "Yes, the last ?" I gasped eagerly, interrupting her.
"Well, the last I received only a fortnight ago.

If you will wait a moment I will go and get it.

It was so strange that I haven't destroyed it." And she went out, and I heard by the frou-frou of her skirts that she was ascending the stairs.
After five minutes of breathless anxiety she rejoined me, and handing me the letter to read, said: "It is not in her handwriting--I wonder why ?" The paper was of foreign make, with blue lines ruled in squares.