An Anonymous Suitor

You see, His Lordship was right in thinking he might have competition in the St Valentine stakes when he tried to beat the field by presenting me with the roses two days ago. Here is what arrived this morning, bearer anonymous, always a risky procedure in a marriage.

But wait a moment, does that writing look ever so slightly familiar? And does the counting of 11 hearts instead of the conventional 12 not suggest someone of a more artistic bent than a numeric one?

I don’t have to wait long before His Lordship’s anxiety over my getting ideas above my station forces him into the open. As if I didn’t know anyway!
Romance is never dead in the Dower House.