It was the first time he had looked at it since he received it in Vienna and had placed it in the dispatch-box.
"Dear Ian," it ran, "our year of probation--that is the word isn't it ?--is up; and I have decided that our ways must lie apart.

I am going to marry Rudyard Byng next month.

He is very kind and very strong, and not too ragingly clever.

You know I should chafe at being reminded daily of my own stupidity by a very clever man.

You and I have had so many good hours together, there has been such confidence between us, that no other friendship can ever be the same; and I shall always want to go to you, and ask your advice, and learn to be wise.