The following Thursday morning Captain and Mrs. Festival received two several communications by the same post.
Wednesday Evening.
Dear Gill,
I’m awfully sorry, but I’m afraid I must put you off to-morrow. I’ve had so many late nights lately that one more or less has come to matter quite a lot.
I’m sure you’ll understand.
Yours,
Kate.
Though she did not say so, Mrs. Festival had spoiled three sheets of notepaper phrasing that note.
Wednesday.
Dear Kate,