Addressed to Mrs Arabella Strange, and spelled to slip under her door, whatever room she may be in at the time that the letter should happen to be dispatched.
Arabella--
I appear to have found something resembling a kitchen, and, what is better, something resembling food, and I wonder if I might have the pleasure of seeing you join me for breakfast this morning.
I understand if you have other plans, in which case I should be perfectly happy to postpone it to another day. As always, yours, &c.
PS.
I do not know if it should still be called breakfast, when it shall be inevitably taken at midnight. But be that as it may, I would love be most gratified love to see you this morning.
-J.