“About fiddlesticks! About Vereker--about the figure in the carpet.”
“But, as you say, we shall surely have that in a letter.”
She thought like one inspired, and I remembered how Corvick had told
me long before that her face was interesting. “Perhaps it won’t go in a
letter if it’s ‘immense.’”
“Perhaps not if it’s immense bosh. If he has got something that won’t go
in a letter he hasn’t got _the_ thing. Vereker’s own statement to me was
exactly that the ‘figure’ _would_ go in a letter.”
“Well, I cabled to George an hour ago--two words,” said Gwendolen.
“Is it indiscreet of me to inquire what they were?”
She hung fire, but at last she brought them out. “‘Angel, write.’”
“Good!” I exclaimed. “I’ll make it sure--I’ll send him the same.”