On the one side he saw emotions so furious and so conflicting that they could find no expression, and on the other a restraint and a personality so complete and so compelling that they simply held the field and permitted no outburst.

Her voice was cool and high and natural.

Then he noticed her flick a glance at himself, sideways, and yet perfectly intelligible.

He stood up.
"Yes, do just take a stroll, Mr.Kirkby....

Come back in ten minutes." And as he passed out again through the thick archway on to the terrace he heard, in an incredibly matter-of-fact voice, the letter begin.
"DEAR JACK...." Then he began to wonder what, as a matter of interest, Lord Talgarth's first utterance would be.