He opened and read it at once.
"Dear old boy, why the deuce have you gone away to the end of the earth without letting me know?
I called at your place this evening, and was amazed at the sight of the address which your evil-eyed woman showed me--looking as if she feared I should steal it.

I wanted particularly to see you.

How long are you going to stay down yonder?
Rosamund and I start _for our honeymoon_ on Thursday next, and we shall probably be away for a couple of months, in Tyrol.

Does this astonish you?
It oughtn't to, seeing that you've done your best to bring it about.

Yes, Rosamund and I are going to be married, with the least possible delay.
I'll tell you all the details some day--though there's very little to tell that you don't know.