Delicious, warm, shining day. She had her coat and hat on ready to go
down with him. The hansom stood waiting in the street.
They were looking up the place on the map, when the loud double knock
came.
"That's for Peters. He's always getting wires--"
"If we don't go to-day we shall never go. We've only got five more now."
The long, soft rapping on the door of the room. Knuckles rapping out
their warning. "You can't say I don't give you time."
Richard took the orange envelope.
"It's for you, Mary."
"Oh, Richard, '_Come at once. Mother ill.--DORSY_.'"
She would catch the ten train. That was what the hansom was there for.
"I'll send your things on after you."
The driver and the slog-slogging horse knew that she would catch the
train. Richard knew.
He had the same look on his face that was there before when Mamma was
ill. Sorrow that wasn't sorrow. And the same clear thought behind it.