It was true, what I told Pakenham before the president--I did _not_ then have that note! _You_ had it.

At least, I _thought_ you had it, till I found it crumpled on the table the next day! It must have fallen there from the shoe when we made our little exchange that night.

Ah, you hurried me.

I scarce knew whether I was clad or shod, until the next afternoon--after I left you at the White House grounds.

So you hastily departed--to your wedding ?" "So small a shoe could not have held an extended epistle, Madam," I said, ignoring her question.
"No, but the little roll of paper caused me anguish.