I'll ask leave off to-morrow
and pop over and see her. I'll arrange for her to come here the day after
to see you. Leave it all to me. To-night you must write the letters."
"Letters?"
"Naturally, there would be letters, sir. It is an inseparable feature
of these cases."
"Do you mean that I have got to write to her? But I shouldn't know what
to say. I've never seen her."
"That will be quite all right, sir, if you place yourself in my hands.
I will come to your room after everybody's gone to bed, and help you
write those letters. You have some note-paper with your own address on
it? Then it will all be perfectly simple."
When, some hours later, he read over the ten or twelve exceedingly
passionate epistles which, with the butler's assistance, he had
succeeded in writing to Miss Maud Chilvers, Roland came to the
conclusion that there must have been a time when Mr. Teal was a good
deal less respectable than he appeared to be at present. Byronic was
the only adjective applicable to his collaborator's style of amatory
composition. In every letter there were passages against which Roland
had felt compelled to make a modest protest.
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