say anything about it. Excuse this hurried note, dear Charlotte,
and with love to yourself and kindest remembrances to the
Archdeacon,

"Believe me, very affectionately yours,

"GEORGINA MILTON-CLEAVE.

"P.S. It may perhaps be as well not to mention this affair about
Gertrude Morley and Mr. Zaluski. They are not yet engaged, as far
as I know, and I sincerely trust it may prove to be a mere
flirtation."


I had now grown to such enormous dimensions that any one who had
known me in my infancy would scarcely have recognised me, while
naturally the more I grew the more powerful I became, and the more
capable both of impressing the minds which received me and of
injuring Zaluski. Poor Zaluski, who was so foolishly, thoughtlessly
happy! He little dreamed of the fate that awaited him! His whole
world was bright and full of promise; each hour of love seemed to
improve him, to deepen his whole character, to tone down his rather
flippant manner, to awaken for him new and hitherto unthought-of
realities.

But while he basked in his new happiness I travelled in my close
stuffy envelope to Dulminster, and after having been tossed in and
out of bags, shuffled, stamped, thumped, tied up, and generally
shaken about, I arrived one morning at Dulminster Archdeaconry, and
was laid on the breakfast table among other appetising things to