The Minns is here and enjoying herself like anything. She’s bought a new bonnet and looks no end—my eye! And what do you think? Who should turn up this morning but the governor! Looking awfully cross at first, but he couldn’t stand against Janet; and he went away as pleased as anything, and says we must have a better sideboard in the dining-room, and he’s going to give us one. Isn’t that ripping? The writing’s getting on. I met a fellow at tea the other day, Randall, he’s editor of the New Monthly; he was a bit slick up, but quite decent, and now he’s taken one of my things, and I’ve had quite a lot of reviewing.
Well, good-bye, old chap. You know that Janet and I would rather have you here than anyone else in the world, except the mater, of course. We owe you everything. Buck up and come here to live. Love from Janet.
Your affect.
Tony.
To Lady Gale,
12 Park Lane, W.
Rossholm,
Nr. Dartford, Kent,
October 25.
My Dear,