“No,” he said quickly. “This is good, anyhow. Lynwood is free—through Wingfield Alter.”
She gave no sign of pleasure so eager was she. “How? Really free?”
“Really free,” he smiled. “Are you beginning to disbelieve in freedom?... The mail came in after Lynwood left the ship. A letter for him from his mother, and a letter for me from Alter. I have them both here. Alter is to marry Mrs. Lynwood. He has taken the first definite step towards getting Lynwood out of the Service.”
“When will he be free? Will he come home with us?”
“Not possible. It takes time. But now it is only a question of time—a couple of months, perhaps.”
“You haven’t given him his mother’s letter?”
“No.”
“You haven’t told him?”
“No; I came to you first. I want you to tell him.”