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The day after her visit to Lockleigh she received a note
from her friend Miss Stackpole, a note of which the
envelope, exhibiting in conjunction the postmark of
Liverpool and the neat calligraphy of the quick-fingered
Henrietta, caused her some liveliness of emotion.'Here I
am, my lovely friend,’ Miss Stackpole wrote; ‘I managed
to get off at last. I decided only the night before I left New
York—the Interviewer having come round to my figure. I
put a few things into a bag, like a veteran journalist, and
came down to the steamer in a street-car. Where are you
and where can we meet? I suppose you’re visiting at some
castle or other and have already acquired the correct
accent. Perhaps even you have married a lord; I almost
hope you have, for I want some introductions to the first
people and shall count on you for a few. The Interviewer
wants some light on the nobility. My first impressions (of
the people at large) are not rose-coloured; but I wish to
talk them over with you, and you know that, whatever I
am, at least I’m not superficial. I’ve also something very
particular to tell you. Do appoint a meeting as quickly as
you can; come to London (I should like so much to visit the sights with you) or else let me come to you, wherever
you are. I will do so with pleasure; for you know
everything interests me and I wish to see as much as
possible of the inner life.'