One letter for his aunt lay on the hall table.

It came too late to be sent on its way, nor had she asked to have letters forwarded.
Two days before her return was to be expected, when John came down dressed for dinner, he found Mr.Rivers standing with his back to a fire, which the evening coolness of October in the hills made desirable.

The rector was smiling.
"Mr.George Grey came just after you went upstairs.

It seems that he wrote to your aunt the letter on the table in the hall.

As no one met him at Westways Crossing, he was caught in a shower and pretty well soaked before he got some one to bring him to Grey Pine.