"DEAR OLD TOP,--This is the best news I have heard for a long
time. I always knew you would bring it off soon; but I wasn't
prepared for anything quite so sudden. There is, of course, only
one thing to do when a man fulfils his destiny in this way. The
custom is immemorial, and, war or no war, we must crack a bottle.
Tell me where you would like to dine, and when, and I'll fix it
up, and some jolly show afterwards. Occasions like This must be
celebrated.
"I am, yours, etc.,--."
So far it is a somewhat feeble narrative, nor has it any point beyond
the circumstance that I posted the letters in the wrong envelopes.
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