I have not opened it yet.

To tell the truth, I have been so interested in your story that I had forgotten all about it.

Poor old Hector! It is from Madeira." She glanced rapidly over the four pages of straggling writing in the young sailor's bold schoolboyish hand.

"Oh, he is all right," she said.

"They had a gale on the way out, and that sort of thing, but he is all right now.