"I must send a wire.

Helen wants to know whether I wish her to meet me in town, or whether I would rather she waited for me at home.

What shall I say ?" Aubrey Treherne rose.

"Think it over," he said, "while I fetch a form." He left the room.
He was some time in finding that form.
When he returned his face was livid, his hand shook.
Ronald sat in absorbed contemplation of the Infant.
"It appears more perfect every time one sees it," he remarked, without looking at Aubrey.
Aubrey handed him a form for foreign telegrams, and a fountain pen.
"What are you going to say to--to your wife ?" he asked in a low voice.
"I don't know," said Ronnie, vaguely.

"What a jolly pen! What am I to do with this ?" "You are to let Helen know whether she is to meet you in town, or to wait at the Grange." "Ah, I remember.