Ms K has been in touch from Leeds over a matter of propriety. She wonders if Dukes always live in palaces, and if there is a pecking order in the names of houses as there is in the orders of the nobility.
Hirsute and with her head in a bandage again, Mrs W of Staffordshire never looks her best after a fall, but her one wild eye is still a-roving, and thus she came to me seeking as it were a mix of bread-crumbs which she felt would liven up this dish of advisory notes and give them more kick as they came fresh from the oven.
I confess that I cannot resist pressure. As a rule therefore I will retire to my tower until the siege party has wearied of its efforts, but here is Mme de V, writing from France once again, and asking for still more detail on the essays of the noble Capability Brown in Ionic architecture.