Already the note, which arrived in the hands of a particularly, and recently, well fed kitchen boy, was stained. Splotches of tea smearing the ink on the the ovicaely purloined, pink, perfumed, paper.

William,

I hope this letter finds you before evening comes to pass.
I shall be conveniently falling ill this afternoon, in light of recent rumors of our tryst. I was wondering if you would accompany me on a short trip to the river without the iron clad nurse-maids. I've arranged bait and poles with the stable boys. Please return this message quickly.

-Lark