While Lady Harrington was making up a rubber at whist, she asked me if I had any other letters for ladies.
"Yes," said I, "I have one which I intend to present to-morrow. It is a singular letter, being merely a portrait."
"Have you got it about you?"
"Yes, my lady."
"May I see it?"
"Certainly. Here it is."
"It is the Duchess of Northumberland. We will go and give it her."
"With pleasure!"
"Just wait till they have marked the game."
Lord Percy had given me this portrait as a letter of introduction to his mother.