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The Royal Mail: Its Curiosities and Romance
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James Wilson Hyde
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John,
get
Mr
Trollope
some
brandy-and-water,--very
hot.'
I
was
beginning
my
story
about
the
post
again,
when
he
himself
took
off
my
greatcoat,
and
suggested
that
I
should
go
up
to
my
bedroom
before
I
troubled
myself
with
business.
'Bedroom!'
I
exclaimed.
Then
he
assured
me
that
he
would
not
turn
a
dog
out
on
such
a
night
as
that,
and
into
a
bedroom
I
was
shown,
having
first
drank
the
brandy-and-water
standing
at
the
drawing-room
fire.
When
I
came
down
I
was
introduced
to
his
daughter,
and
the
three
of
us
went
in
to
dinner.
I
shall
never
forget
his
righteous
indignation
when
I
again
brought
up
the
postal
question,
on
the
departure
of
the
young
lady.
Was
I
such
a
Goth
as
to
contaminate
wine
with
business?
So
I
drank
my
wine,
and
then
heard
the
young
lady
sing,
while
her
father
slept
in
his
arm-chair.
I
spent
a
very
pleasant
evening,
but
my
host
was
too
sleepy
to
hear
anything
about
the
Post-office
that
night.
It
was
absolutely
necessary
that
I
should
go
away
the
next
morning
after
breakfast,
and
I
explained
that
the
matter
must
be
discussed
then.
He
shook
his
head
and
wrung
his
hands
in
unmistakable
disgust,--almost
in
despair.
'But
what
am
I
to
say
in
my
report?'
I
asked.
'Anything
you
please,'
he
said.
'Don't
spare
me,
if
you
want
an
excuse
for
yourself.
Here
I
sit
all
the
day,--with
nothing
to
do;
and
I
like
writing
letters.'
I
did
report
that
Mr
----
was
now
quite
satisfied
with
the
postal
arrangement
of
his
district;
and
I
felt
a
soft
regret
that
I
should
have
robbed
my
friend
of
his
occupation.
Perhaps
he
was
able
to
take
up
the
Poor-law
Board,
or
to
attack
the
Excise.
At
the
Post-office
nothing
more
was
heard
from
him."
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