A gentleman of noble lineage was merrily fraternising with a crumpet that was soon to be his beloved spouse and confidant.
A knock on the door rattled his senses, and the door was opened to the foul vision of young mr Winslow, the homeless boy known as the local post runner.
The boy handed the gentleman a letter of great texture and colorization, a work of art in and of itself.
Upon closely examining the letter, the name of the young crumpets father was imprinted upon the marvellous craftsmanship.
The gentleman opened the letter and was shocked by the rude and brutish words that had been calligraphed in great detail and precision.
"What R U doing wit my daughter!?"...
The gentleman notified the crumpet of her fathers unfitting act of rage and malevolence.
The crumpet was stunned and amazed at this notification, and proceeded to enlighten the gentleman on her fathers current state of death.
The gentleman frowned in perplexion and exclaimed "Huzzah! Then from which hand doth the letter originate!?"