I haven't written much lately for a number of reasons: too much visibility, a newfound interest in private affairs... and I am afraid my feelings in Manhattan will apply to Mayfair, too. So I apologize in advance to those checking in daily for news of my adventures. There are indeed gowns and palaces still to come, and last night, I was shown a secret door disguised as a bookshelf in a billiards room (hint: look for the hiccup in the molding, not the books). Today I am grateful, in my girlish American way, for the competent heroism of English men. A shadow was cast over my weekend with regard to my accommodations, and just when I thought things were most dire, my phone began ringing at 8:30a.m. and crisis was averted. It is nice to be thought of so well, and so often, as I've discovered since I've been here. And with that, off I go.