52, Grosvenor Place.
To this he wrote an answer as short, expressing his ardent wishes that those winter hymeneals might produce nothing but happiness, and saying that he would not be in town many days before he knocked at the door of No.

52, Grosvenor Place.
And the second letter was as follows:-- Great Marlborough Street, December, 186--.
DEAR AND HONOURED SIR, Bunce is getting ever so anxious about the rooms, and says as how he has a young Equity draftsman and wife and baby as would take the whole house, and all because Miss Pouncefoot said a word about her port wine, which any lady of her age might say in her tantrums, and mean nothing after all.

Me and Miss Pouncefoot's knowed each other for seven years, and what's a word or two as isn't meant after that?
But, honoured sir, it's not about that as I write to trouble you, but to ask if I may say for certain that you'll take the rooms again in February.

It's easy to let them for the month after Christmas, because of the pantomimes.

Only say at once, because Bunce is nagging me day after day.