“Messenger!” cried Foray impatiently.
“Here, sir,” came the answer.
“Commissary General’s office!” was the injunction with which Foray handed the man the telegram.
He looked up at the same time, and with a great start of surprise caught sight of Caroline at the far end of the long room.
“Lieutenant Foray,” began the girl.
“I beg your pardon, Miss Mitford,” said the operator, scrambling to his feet and making a frantic effort to get into his coat. “I heard some one come in, but I was busy with an important message and didn’t appreciate that——”
“No, never mind, don’t put on your coat,” said Caroline. “I came on business, and——”
“You want to send a telegram?” asked the Lieutenant.
“Yes.”
“I am afraid we can’t do anything for you here, Miss Mitford, this is the War Department Official Telegraph Office, you know.”