Then I saw him scribble on a piece of paper, and I knew that he was writing me a note.

As I passed his pew on the way out I dropped my bouquet over to him, and he slipped the note into my hand when he returned me the flowers.

It was only a line asking me to join him when he made the sign to me to do so.
Of course I never doubted for a moment that my first duty was now to him, and I determined to do just whatever he might direct.
"When I got back I told my maid, who had known him in California, and had always been his friend.

I ordered her to say nothing, but to get a few things packed and my ulster ready.

I know I ought to have spoken to Lord St.Simon, but it was dreadful hard before his mother and all those great people.