I promised to tell you about my 'boys.' Well, there are two of them coming--and Geoffrey French, besides a nephew of Buntingford's, who'll have this property and most of the money some day, always supposing this tyrant of mine doesn't marry, which of course any reasonable man would.

Well--there's Peter Dale--the dearest, prettiest little fellow you ever saw.

He was aide-de-camp to Lord Brent in the war--_very_ smart--up to everything.

He's demobbed, and has gone into the City.

Horribly rich already, and will now, of course, make another pile.