Go to your rooms at once.

Pour out your happy heart in song, lift up your voice.

But, watch over your very heart-throbs! Only a single fortnight more, darling, and we will clip the claws of this old Scottish lion who has you in his clutches! "Anstruther will soon make his coup de main, for Hawke has at last gone back to India, and we will have a deadly grasp soon on the frightened Andrew Fraser.

He must either give up his legal tyranny and yield you to us, or else face a future which would appall even a braver man.

I dare not to tell you our secret yet.