“No, Slim; she didn’t say nowhere.”
“Only that I was not to keep her waiting.”
He thought again. “Punctual was ’er word.”
She needn’t, however, have said that. Of course I should be punctual. All
might depend on my being on the spot at the moment when the clock struck.
I still hesitated at drawing out the sheet. As a matter of fact I was
wondering if she had received the sign she had talked about, and if so,
what it was.
After all, it was an unimportant note.
DEAR FRANK,—Mother has allowed me to ask Doctor Feltring—a
lady—who retreated with the Serbian Army into Albania, to speak
at our house at half-past four to-morrow afternoon. Will you
come? We shall all be glad to see you.
Yours,