“DEAR MR. CARRUTHERS,--I am sorry I was out,” then I bit the end of my
pen. “Don’t come and see me this evening. I will tell you why in a day
or two.
“Yours sincerely,
“EVANGELINE TRAVERS.”
“Will that do?” I said, and I handed it to Robert, while I addressed
the envelope.
“Yes,” he said, and waited while I sealed it up, and gave it to the
porter. Then, with a surreptitious squeeze of the hand, he left me to
go to Lady Merrenden.
I have come up to my little sitting-room a changed being. The whole
world revolves for me upon another axis, and all within the space of
three short hours.