[ Messenger pigeon, sending a servant to her doorstep to fetch her for a live audience— both would be somewhat preferable. But there’s something to be said about the novelty about hearing a voice without seeing a face. ]

I shall forgive your transgression. We both found ourselves preoccupied with other affairs.

[ There’s nothing really to forgive— but he says it anyway. ]

Besides. Is there no other tradition in which the man spoils the woman?