It did not seem a long one and when she had finished it she sent it to the post by Jock Macaur.
* * * * * There had been dark news both by land and sea that day, and Coombe had been out for many hours.

He did not return to Coombe House until late in the evening.

He was tired almost beyond endurance, and his fatigue was not merely a thing of muscle and nerve.

After he sat down it was some time before he even glanced at the letters upon his writing table.
There were always a great many and usually a number of them were addressed in feminine handwriting.

His hospital and other war work brought him numerous letters from women.