Miss Parkinson and I are having a lovely tea in the kitchens, cousin. The elves have spared nothing in setting us our feast. Linen, silver, finger sandwiches, cakes.

Give our regards to the young hero. I trust the Matron has him on the mend already?

Send for me when the hour for leave-taking arrives. Until then, I am comfortably ensconced and in very pleasant company. Worry not for us!