She stood there an instant with a letter in her hand; then she stepped over the low sill and came towards him across the grass, serene and dignified and graceful.

Her head was bare again, and the great coils of her hair flashed suddenly as they caught a long horizontal ray from the west.
"Here it is," she said.

"Will you direct it?
I've told him everything." Jack nodded.
"That's excellent!" he said.

"It shall go to-night." He glanced up at her and saw her looking at him with just the faintest wistfulness.

He understood perfectly, he said to himself: she was still a little unhappy at not being allowed to send the letter herself.