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At about 4.30 this afternoon there sounded the smallest possible knock on the door—so faint that nobody but Ribni could hear it. He waved his fan at me, presented arms with it, and said Door. So I went.

Opened it, looked

down
down
 down

to a minute young gentleman whose boots were just seen, who was as it were, extinguished under a stained-glass halo. I realised immediately that this was an angelic visitation. (The darling had 2 very small black wings sprinkled with diamonds and stars.) But when he handed me the bouquet, I nearly picked him up as well….