Wogan solved the first four, and found that the initial letters of the words were C, L, E, M.The answer to the acrostic was "Clementina." Wogan gave the paper back.
"I can make neither head nor tail of it," said he.

"The attempt is beyond my powers." "Ah," said she, drily, "you own as much?
I would never have believed you would have owned it." "But what is the answer ?" asked a voice at which Wogan started.
"The answer," replied the Countess, "is Mary, Queen of Scots, who was most unjustly imprisoned in Fotheringay," and she tore the paper into tiny pieces.
Wogan turned towards the voice which had so startled him and saw the gossamer lady whom he had befriended on the road from Florence.

At once he rose and bowed to her.
"I should have presented you before to my friend, Lady Featherstone," said the Countess, "but it seems you are already acquainted." "Indeed, Mr.Warner did me a great service at a pinch," said Lady Featherstone.

"He was my postillion, though I never paid him, as I do now in thanks." "Your postillion!" cried one or two of the ladies, and they gathered about the great stove as Lady Featherstone told the story of Wogan's charioting.
"I bade him hurry," said she, "and he outsped my bidding.

Never was there a postillion so considerately inconsiderate.