There isn't any doubt whatever of that.

I wish there were, but I know that handwriting too well." He read it over again and again, as if searching out some other meaning.
It seemed so impossible.

Yet there it was.

He got up and began to pace round the room, stopping almost every time he passed the table to take another look at the letter.
"Thrown over!" he groaned.

"And after all we've been to each other! I allow she couldn't stand up against her father.