Thursdale faced about from the threshold with fresh life in his look.
"No letter? You don't mean--"
"I mean that she's been with you since I saw her--she's seen you and
heard your voice. If there _is_ a letter, she has recalled it--from the
first station, by telegraph."
He turned back to the door, forcing an answer to her smile. "But in the
mean while I shall have read it," he said.
The door closed on him, and she hid her eyes from the dreadful
emptiness of the room.