After waiting in the vain expectation of some later post bringing news, he himself wrote, simply asking the cause of her silence.

The reply came speedily.
"I have no spare time in the week.

I thought you would understand this.
I.S." It was her custom to write without any formal beginning or ending; yet Waymark felt that this note was briefer than it would have been, had all been as usual between them.

The jealousy which now often tortured him awoke with intolerable vehemence.

He spent a week of misery.
But late on Saturday evening came a letter addressed in the well-known hand.