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YESTERDAY morning I received the following letter: Weston House, Caulfield,-----shire.
-"MY DEAR DINAH,--You must come: I scorn all your excuses, and see through their flimsiness. I have no doubt that you are much better amused in Dublin, frolicking round ball rooms with a succession of horse-soldiers, and watching her Majesty's household troops play Polo in the Phoenix Park, but no matter--you must come. We have no particular inducements to hold out. We lead an exclusively bucolic, cow-milking, pig-fattening, roast-mutton-eating and to-bed-at-ten- o'clock-going life; but no matter--you must come. I want you to see how happy two dull elderly people may be, with no special brightness in their lot to make them so. My old man--he is surprisingly ugly at the first glance, but grows upon one afterwards--sends you his respects, and bids me say that he will meet you at any station on any day at any hour of the day or night. If you succeed in evading our persistence this time, you will be a cleverer woman than I take you for.