They were not to meet again.

She did not wish for it.
Chayne burnt the letter as soon as he had read it, taking no offence at the hasty words.

"I seem to have worried her more than I thought," he said to himself with a wistful smile.

"I am sorry," and again as the sparks died out from the black ashes of the letter he repeated: "Poor little girl.

I am very sorry." So the house would always be silent and empty.
Sylvia had written the letter in haste on the very evening of Chayne's visit, and had hurried out to post it in fear lest she might change her mind in the morning.