"Only to-day. Prue wrote at once to tell me. I am so delighted. Nothing could be nicer. And she will have a home so near to them all. But what do you mean? Did you expect it? How came you to think of such a thing?"
"How could anybody avoid seeing it? Here, what is this?"
"A telegram!" Lettice tore open the envelope and lifted scared eyes to her brother.
"Don't stare! What is it? Anything wrong?"
"Felix, I must go!"
"Go where?"
"Keith is dying." She sat down, trembling.
He looked over and read aloud. "Come at once; late train. Keith dying, wants to see you. Bring companion if needful. Will pay all expenses. No delay. Maurice Bryant."
"I must go directly. The very first train. Poor little Keith."
"Now, Lettice, be sensible! Don't upset yourself. It's no manner of use, and you'll only lose time. I will look-out trains, while you run upstairs and put your things together. You may have to stay a few days. There's a train, I fancy, about nine or ten. The boy is waiting, and a reply has been pre-paid. I'll say we are both coming. Yes, I shall go too. You can't travel alone at midnight."