(Left in an elegant box on her dressing-table, before he goes out for the night. There is not much of a note-- only a scrap of paper with "Merry Christmas!" written in an elegant-- but nearly unreadable-- scrawl.)
(Delivered to-- what, his studio?-- at some point, carefully covered, with a hastily written note attached to the wrapping)
Basil--
I remember how wilde you were over Tintoret when you returned from Venice some years ago. I hope your tastes haven't changed in this matter so much as others, or this will make quite a dreadful gift. It's only a print, so I suppose one misses the subtleties of texture, but perhaps it will serve some purpose of inspiration. Merry Christmas.