Once, too, she seemed astonished when I brought her a doll, and asked me:' Is there a child here?
Or is it for a charity bazaar ?' "Later I found her writing a letter at my desk.

She left it unfinished when she went to drive--a mere scrap.

I thought it best to enclose it, which I do, herewith." The enclosure he opened: "Phil, dear, though I have been very ill I know you are my own husband.
All the rest was only a child's dream of terror--" And that was all--only this scrap, firmly written in the easy flowing hand he knew so well.

He studied it for a moment or two, then resumed Miss Casson's letter: "A man stopped our sleigh yesterday, asking if he was not speaking to Mrs.Ruthven.I was a trifle worried, and replied that any communication for Mrs.Ruthven could be sent to me.
"That evening two men--gentlemen apparently--came to the house and asked for me.

I went down to receive them.