She has always been so pale and sad, as if bowed down by trouble.
But directly the news came that you were cleared--I went to see her at once--if you could only have seen her face, her tears of joy, her delight." "Did she send a message, or a note?
Just a line.

Perhaps you have a letter with you." "No, she did not write," said Wentworth, self conscious, but beaming.
"There was not time.

There was time for nothing.

It was all such a rush.
I only saw her on my way to the station.

But I know she won't mind my telling you, Michael--you ought to know first of anyone--it all seems so wonderful.