Evidently, it was neither from you nor Mary, my only correspondents.

Having opened and read it, it proved to be a declaration of attachment and proposal of matrimony, expressed in the ardent language of the sapient young Irishman! I hope you are laughing heartily.

This is not like one of my adventures, is it?
It more nearly resembles Martha's.

I am certainly doomed to be an old maid.

Never mind.