It is out of the question for me to wait a week for your answer, though I promised.

I can't wait even a couple of days.

I must see you again to-morrow--must, must, _must_.

Come to the same place, there's a good, dear, sweet, beautiful girl! If you don't, I shall be in Oakley Crescent, breaking doors open, behaving insanely.
Come early--" And so on, over two sheets of the very best notepaper, with Norbert's respectable address handsomely stamped in red at the top.

(The other missive was on paper less fashionable, with the address, sadly plebeian, in mere handwriting.) Having read to the end, Rosamund finished her dressing and went down to the sitting-room.