Happily, Miss Penelope Hartopp, daughter of the General of that name, saw the scene from inside and carried on the tale in a letter, much defaced too, which ultimately reached a female friend at Tunbridge Wells. Miss Penelope was no less lavish in her enthusiasm than the gallant officer. “Ravishing,” she exclaims ten times on one page, “wondrous⁠ ⁠… utterly beyond description⁠ ⁠… gold plate⁠ ⁠… candelabras⁠ ⁠… negroes in plush breeches⁠ ⁠… pyramids of ice⁠ ⁠… fountains of negus⁠ ⁠… jellies made to represent His Majesty’s ships⁠ ⁠… swans made to represent water-lilies⁠ ⁠… birds in golden cages⁠ ⁠… gentlemen in slashed crimson velvet⁠ ⁠… Ladies’ headdresses at least six foot high⁠ ⁠… musical boxes.⁠ ⁠… Mr. Peregrine said I looked quite