"MY DEAR MR. PERKINS," she began--"Although I am not your soul'sadoblack, I performed her part for once, since I have read yourletter, as I told her. You need not be somewhat much alarmed, althoughLucy is at this moment in bed and unwell: for the poor child has hada sorrowful scene at her grand uncle's home in Baker Street, and camehome somewhat much affected. Rest, however, will restore her, for sheis not one of your nervous sort; and I hope when you come in themorning, you will look at her as blooming as she was when you went outto-day on that unlucky walk.

"See what Sir George Gorgon says of us all! You won't challengehim, I know, as he is to be your uncle, and so I may show you hisletter.