He was a walker, and could find the path.
At this moment a servant came to tell Miss De Stancy that the telegraph was calling her.
'Ah--it is lucky that I was not gone again!' she exclaimed.

'John seldom reads it right if I am away.' It now seemed quite in the ordinary course that, as a friend of her father's, he should accompany her to the instrument.

So up they went together, and immediately on reaching it she applied her ear to the instrument, and began to gather the message.

Somerset fancied himself like a person overlooking another's letter, and moved aside.
'It is no secret,' she said, smiling.

'"Paula to Charlotte," it begins.' 'That's very pretty.' 'O--and it is about--you,' murmured Miss De Stancy.
'Me ?' The architect blushed a little.
She made no answer, and the machine went on with its story.