Come at once_." There was no signature.

Yet Taffy knew who had ridden to the office with that telegram.

The flying dark held visions of her, and the express throbbed westward to the beat of Aide-de-camp's gallop.
Nor was he surprised at all to find her on the platform at Truro Station.

The Tredinnis phaeton was waiting outside.
He seemed to her but a boy after all, as he stepped out of the train in the chill dawn: a wan-faced boy, and sorely in need of comfort.
"You must be brave," said she, gathering up the reins as he climbed to the seat beside her.
Surely yes; he had been telling himself this very thing all night.
The groom hoisted in his portmanteau, and with a slam of the door they were off.

The cold air sang past Taffy's ears.