Felix,

Have you heard the joke about the rake who was caught in a compromising position with a young woman and then forced to disembark from a cruise ship in Africa for a hasty wedding in Algiers? I'm hoping not, for I should like at least some semblance of anonymity on my return to London later in the week.

I will, of course, invite you to meet the new Mrs. Prewett.

If Mother lets me live that long.