The day after her visit to Lockleigh she received a note from her friend Miss Stackpole--a note of which the envelope, exhibiting in conjunction the postmark of Liverpool and the neat calligraphy of the quick-fingered Henrietta, caused her some liveliness of emotion.

"Here I am, my lovely friend," Miss Stackpole wrote; "I managed to get off at last.

I decided only the night before I left New York--the Interviewer having come round to my figure.

I put a few things into a bag, like a veteran journalist, and came down to the steamer in a street-car.

Where are you and where can we meet?
I suppose you're visiting at some castle or other and have already acquired the correct accent.