I'm sure I was.

Rectus didn't say anything except that he was very sorry that the Chipperton family had to go home, and then he walked off to his room.
In about half an hour, when I went upstairs, I found Rectus had just finished a letter to his father.
"I guess that'll make it all right," he said, and he handed me the letter to read.

It was a strictly business letter.

No nonsense about the folks at home.

He said that was the kind of business letter his father liked.