Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury?
Do go there and cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things.

Come here whenever you like.
It is a lovely place and only lacks you.

Do go to Salisbury first.

Always with undying love, Yours, OSCAR." * * * * * This letter startled me; "slim-gilt" and the "madness of kissing" were calculated to give one pause; but after all, I thought, it may be merely an artist's letter, half pose, half passionate admiration.
Another thought struck me.
"But how did such a letter," I cried, "ever get into the hands of a blackmailer ?" "I don't know," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Lord Alfred Douglas is very careless and inconceivably bold.