Lance Fleming was married.
He wrote whole volumes to me before his marriage, and he wrote whole volumes afterwards.

Of course, she was perfection--nay, just a little beyond perfection, I think.

She was beautiful, clever, accomplished, and such a darling--of course, I might be sure of that.

One thing only was wanted to make him perfectly happy--it was that I should see his lady-love.

Her name was Frances Wynn, and he assured me that it was the most poetical name in the world.