And before she could decide upon resistance Polly was seated by him.

Gammon then explained that he had the use of a sitting-room at a coffee tavern; they would be there in a minute or two, There was good news for her--news that couldn't be told in the street or in a crowded restaurant.
"Did you get my letter ?" she asked, shrinking as far from him as space allowed.
"Letter?
When ?" "I posted it this morning," Polly answered in a timidly sullen voice.
He had not been home since breakfast-time.

She had written to him?
Now, wasn't that a queer thing! All yesterday he, too, had thought of writing, and to-day would have done so in any case.

Never mind, the letter would be waiting for him.

Was it nice?
Was it sweet and amiable, like herself?
Ha ha! Ho ho! As he laughed the cab drew up with a jerk.