(a) he has for three years robbed me right and left:

(b) the better to line his pockets, he has consistently represented me to be a harsh and unconscionable landlord, to whom money was a god:

(c) the respective epidemics of smallpox and diphtheria, by reports of which he deterred me from visiting Sundial, never prevailed.

I have not the power to throw open Mesne Holms. It is common land, and if grazing fees have been paid for its use, they have been appropriated by Warthog.

I will not let you the Manor House, because I propose quite shortly to reside there myself.

Yours faithfully,

Charles Pendragon.

So did Audrey de Lisle.

Dear Christopher John,

Thank you very much for your letter. I’m sorry I called you a ‘sweep’ and I’m sorry that I believed all the gossip I heard. That comes of going outside my nursery rhyme. I won’t do it again.