In summer, the study wastebasket filled up once every seven days. These days, five crumpled notes come out of it every single morning.

• PaulineI saw them too. I was about to unfold one and read it, but the butler cleared his throat, so I left it.
  OsmonPauline, that throat-clearing is going to keep happening.
• MartaIf there's nothing better to burn, let me have them for the oven. They'd catch nicely.
  OsmonThose aren't paper for burning. Not yet, anyway.