Signing to Mrs.Inchbare not to interrupt the services she was rendering to Blanche, Anne passed quickly into the sitting-room, and closed the door behind her.

To her infinite relief, she only found herself face to face with the discreet Mr.Bishopriggs.
"What do you want ?" she asked.
The eye of Mr.Bishopriggs announced, by a wink, that his mission was of a confidential nature.

The hand of Mr.Bishopriggs wavered; the breath of Mr.Bishopriggs exhaled a spirituous fume.

He slowly produced a slip of paper, with some lines of writing on it.
"From ye ken who," he explained, jocosely.

"A bit love-letter, I trow, from him that's dear to ye.