“Evangeline Travers.”
“Will that do?” I said, and I handed it to Robert, while I addressed the envelope.
“Yes,” he said, and waited while I sealed it up, and gave it to the porter. Then, with a surreptitious squeeze of the hand, he left me to go to Lady Merrenden.
I have come up to my little sitting-room a changed being. The whole world revolves for me upon another axis, and all within the space of three short hours.
Claridge’s,
Sunday night, Nov. 27th.
Late this evening, about eight o’clock, when I had re-locked my journal, I got a note from Robert. I was just going to begin my dinner.
I tore it open, inside was another, I did not wait to look from whom, I was too eager to read his. I paste it in.
“Carlton House Terrace.