[THE TELEGRAM]
Harry Rames and Cynthia travelled up to London the next day. Cynthia was restless and excited.
"Let us dine at a restaurant and go to a theatre, Harry," she said. "I can't sit still and stay at home to-night."
"Very well. What shall we go and see?"
"Oh, something with bright colors and movement and music."
But there ran through the piece she chose a melody of a haunting wistfulness and Harry Rames, happening to glance at his wife in the darkness of the auditorium, saw that the tears were raining silently down her cheeks.
"What's the matter, Cynthia?" he asked in a whisper.
Cynthia smiled at him through her tears and laid a hand upon his arm.
"Hush!" she answered. "It's all right, Harry."
As the curtain descended at the end of the act she said, "Let us go now quickly, do you mind? Before the lights are turned up."