It can wait, I dare say.

He didn't mention being in a hurry." "He! Of whom are you speaking, Sybilla ?" "I--I chanced to pass through the picture-gallery five minutes ago, Sir Everard, and Mr.Parmalee asked me to do him the favor of handing this note to my lady." Sir Everard Kingsland's face was the face of a man utterly confounded.
"Mr.Parmalee asked you to deliver that note to Lady Kingsland ?" he slowly repeated.

"What under heaven can he have to write to my lady about ?" "I really don't know, Sir Everard," rejoined Sybilla, "I only know he asked me to deliver it.

He had been looking for my lady's maid, I fancy, in vain.

It is probably something about his tiresome pictures.
Will you please to take it, Sir Everard, or shall I wait until my lady awakes ?" "You may leave it." He spoke the words mechanically, quite stunned by the overwhelming fact that this audacious photographic person dared to write to his wife.
Miss Silver passed him, placed the twisted paper on one of the inlaid tables, and left the room with a triumphant light in her deriding-black eyes.
"I have trumped my first trick," Sybilla thought, as she walked away, "and I fancy the game will be all my own shortly.