He put his hand into his breast pocket and drew out a blue envelope of the inconvenient oblong shape still in use by so-called business men. Victoria continued to recline in the same lazy attitude on the divan, but she watched him keenly out of the corner of her eyes.
“How interesting!” she murmured, as he drew out a closely written sheet and unfolded it. “I hope it is an anonymous letter taking away my character.”
“No; curiously enough, it is from one who has a very high opinion of you.”
Victoria became more languid still.
“I am dying to hear it.”
“You shall.” He began to read aloud:
“‘Boot and Shoe Emporium,
“High Street, Tooting.’”
“I know who it is from!” Victoria exclaimed, eagerly. “That delightful alderman!”
“Don’t interrupt, please. ‘My dear Mr. Hammond—’”