All right, see She (p. 145), Ayesha's elegant pun on Holly. It's always done—pun, I mean.—Ed.
I had no further opportunity of conversing with Leonora and Polly, nor indeed did I ever think of them again, till Polly's letter and mummy case recalled them to my memory.
Perhaps for pretty Leonora's sake I did, after all, take up and open the vast cylindrical roll of MS.4 in the mummy case. Dawn found me still reading the following record of unparalleled adventure.5
4
Don't you think it would stand being cut a little?—Publisher.
We shall see.—Ed.
5
There is just one thing that puzzles me. Polly and Leonora have gone, no man knows where, and, taking everything into consideration, it may be a good two thousand years before they come back.
Ought I not, then, to invest, in my own name, the princely cheque of the Intelligent Publishers?—Ed.