She sat down clasping the letter between her palms, feeling the familiar
glow steal over her, rising from the very sheets close-written in that
sensitive erratic hand. Now, while her heart still beat with relief,
joy, surprise, now while Jennifer seemed to have drawn near once more of
her own accord, to be enquiring, holding out hands, hinting that she
needed her--now it seemed plain at last what was to come. Whatever
Jennifer had done, would do, they two must be together again.
She took up a pen and wrote.
My darling,