I really _shall_ want a holiday.

Has there not been ten minutes even--since you arrived--to write a letter in ?--or a postcard?
Shall I send you a few addressed?
Having thus finished what seemed to her the dullest letter she had ever written in her life, she looked at it a while, irresolutely, then put it in an envelope hastily, addressed, stamped it, and rang the bell for Jane to run across the street with it and post it.

After which, she sat idle a little while with flushed cheeks, while the twilight gathered.
* * * * * The gate of the trim front garden swung on its hinges.

Doris turned to look.

She saw, to her astonishment, that the girl-accountant of the morning, Miss Wigram, was coming up the flagged path to the house.