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` ROWTHORPE , 20th January . ` DEAREST MAMMA -- This is a Sunday letter . I am writing it in a beautiful place , more like a drawing-room than a bed-room , and it is all very grand ; such long galleries , such quantities of servants , so many people staying in the house , that I should feel quite lost but for Geraldine . We came so late last night that there was only just time to dress for dinner at eight o'clock . I never dined with so many people before , and they are all staying in the house . I have not learnt half of them yet , though Lady Liddesdale , who is a nice , merry old lady , with gray hair , called her eldest granddaughter , Kitty Somerville , and told her to take care of me , and tell me who they all were . One of them is that Lord Ormersfield , whom Mysie ran against at Rotherwood , and , do you know , I very nearly did the same ; for there is early Celebration at the little church just across the garden .