Graham’s hand is like himself, Lucy, and so is his seal⁠—all clear, firm, and rounded⁠—no slovenly splash of wax⁠—a full, solid, steady drop⁠—a distinct impress; no pointed turns harshly pricking the optic nerve, but a clean, mellow, pleasant manuscript, that soothes you as you read. It is like his face⁠—just like the chiselling of his features: do you know his autograph?”

“I have seen it: go on.”