This I feel is probably the truth—!
I did not expect to hear anything of Alathea on the Monday, she was not due until Tuesday at eleven o'clock, but when I came in from my sunset on the terrace, I found two telegrams, all the first one said was—
"Extremely sorry will be unable to come to-morrow,
brother seriously ill.
A. Sharp—."
And no address!
So I could not send sympathy, or even offer any help—I could have sworn aloud! The storm had wrecked its vengeance on someone, then, and the poor little chap had probably taken cold.
If I could only be of some use to them—Perhaps getting the best Doctor is out of their reach. I was full of turmoil while I tore open the other blue paper—this was from Suzette—.
"I come this evening at eight."
It was nearly seven o'clock now, so I could not put her off—and I am not sure that I wanted to—Suzette is a human being and kindly, and her heart is warm.
When Burton was dressing me I told him of Miss Sharp's telegram.
"The poor young lady!" he said—.