I have racked my brains to think of some other way of presenting my case to Miss March, but there is no other way.

I might stand at my door, and call to her as she entered the carriage, but that would be the height of absurdity.

I might hop on one foot into the house, but, even if I wished to present myself in that way, I don't believe I could get up that long flight of steps.

It would be worse than useless to write, for I should not know what was thought of my letter, or even if it had been read.

Mrs Keswick cannot carry my message; Mrs Null will not; and I have only you to call upon.