I put up at the inn where you had your long illness.

The people there were delighted to find that I knew you, and desired me to send "their duty" when next I wrote.

By the way, I suppose you were introduced to their state apartment--the Blue Room--and its wonderful chimney carving.
I made a bid to the landlord for it, panels, mirror, and all, but he referred me to Squire Parkyn, the landlord.

I think I may get it, as the Squire loves hard coin.

When I have it up over my mantel-piece here you must run over and give me your opinion on it.
By the way, clay has been discovered on the Tremenhuel Estate, just at the back of the "Indian Queens": at least, I hear that Squire Parkyn is running a Company, and is sanguine.