"They were your friends."
Wareham made a movement. He caught at another subject as a drowning man
at a rope.
"I have written to poor old Sir Michael, and shall telegraph every day,
for everything may have changed before my letter reaches him."
Anne stood up, her tall figure dark against the window.
"Freedom from letters has been a boon, absolutely I had had none until
two or three followed us to Molde. And, by the way,"--she turned to him
smiling--"I gave Mr Forbes his, and one of them, which had been much
re-directed, he greeted as coming from you."