"I have not seen him yet."
"If you would rather that one of us should write—"
"As you like," Felix replied coldly. To himself, he declared, "I shall not say anything!"
And Prue read this in the hardening lines of his mouth.
"Then I will write," she said under impulse. "The Rev. Robert Kelly—is it not?" And with the sound of the name, a swift warm flush leapt to her face.
"Yes."
Prue stood with downcast eyes, thinking—not of Felix.
"It is best not to trouble you. And the message was entrusted to me by—her. I must see that it reaches him."
"As you like," repeated Felix, in frigid accents.
Prue put the question aside until bedtime, till she sat in her room, by candle light, after the departure of Felix, practically alone, since Lettice was asleep. Then she weighed the question again.