Chapter XXIX
“Enter Tritculento brandishing a rapier. Ordnance shot off 'without.”
—Old Stage Direction.
HAT day slipped by smoothly and swiftly as a draught of some delicious opiate, and every moment my fancy became anchored more securely to Helmscote. But upon the next morning I received a letter from my Halfred which, though it amused and moved me by the good fellow's own happiness, yet contained one perplexing piece of news. I give the epistle in his own words and spelling.