Letter from the Honourable Jane Champion to Sir Deryck Brand.
My dear Deryck: My wires and post-cards have not told you much beyond the fact of my safe arrival.
"The letter is from Sir Deryck, and, amongst other things, he says he is coming up to see you next Saturday."
As you may suppose, Jane grows haggard and thin in spite of old Margery's porridge--which is "put on" every day after lunch, for the next morning's breakfast, and anybody passing "gives it a stir." Did you know that was the right way to make porridge, Deryck?