Trust the bearer.

Upon my soul, I'll keep my promise.

Your loving husband that is to be, "GEOFFREY DELAMAYN." WINDYGATES HOUSE, _Augt._ 14, 4 P.M.
"In a mortal hurry.

Train starts at 4.30." There it ended! "Who are the pairties in the parlor?
Is ane o' them 'Silvester ?' and t'other 'Delamayn ?'" pondered Mr.Bishopriggs, slowly folding the letter up again in its original form.

"Hech, Sirs! what, being intairpreted, may a' this mean ?" He mixed himself a second glass of toddy, as an aid to reflection, and sat sipping the liquor, and twisting and turning the letter in his gouty fingers.