But she was very glad it had come, if only at long last.
After her letter was finished, she suddenly felt that she must put in a word to account for the delay in her answer to what should have received an immediate reply.

And so she added a postscript, which, unlike most women's postscripts, was of really very little importance--or so the writer thought.
This unimportant postscript ran: "Your letter had followed me round to about half-a-dozen places.
Bubbles Dunster and I have been spending Christmas in this wonderful old house, Wyndfell Hall, our host being Lionel Varick.
He struck oil in the shape of an heiress two years ago.

She died last year; and he has become a most respectable member of society.
I know you didn't much like him, though he's often spoken to me very gratefully of the good turn you did him years ago." Blanche hesitated, pen in hand.

Of course, it was not necessary that she should mention the name of her host.

She might rewrite the last page of her letter, and leave the postscript out.