You will, won't you, deary?"
"Of course I will, if you really mean it."
"I do, it was a _narsty_ letter. I couldn't bear to have you read it
now."
Gammon had no difficulty in imagining the kind of epistle which
Polly would desire suppressed; yet, for some obscure reason, he
would rather have read it. But his promise was given. Polly, in
turn, promised to write another letter for him as soon as possible.
So they drove in a hansom, through a night which washed the fog
away, to Kennington Road, and whilst Polly kept her place in the
vehicle Gammon ran upstairs. There lay the letter on his
dressing-table. He hastened down with it, and before handing it to
its writer kissed the envelope.
"Go along!" exclaimed Polly, in high good humour, as she reached out
with eager fingers.
Late as it was he accompanied her to Shaftesbury Avenue, and they
parted tenderly after having come to an agreement about the next
evening.
CHAPTER XVIII
LORD POLPERRO'S REPRESENTATIVE
By discreet inquiry Mr. Gammon procured an introduction to
"Debrett," who supplied him with a great deal of information.
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