MIDWINTER had arrived when the checked current of our little history
became active again. My wife had thought that our life in Pointview
was a trifle sluggish, and we had been in town for two weeks. I had
recommended the Waldorf-Castoria as being good for sluggish livers, but
Betsey preferred the Manhattan. We were there when this telegram reached
me from Chicago.
_W. left for N. Y. this morning, broke. He will call on you. Important
news by mail._