"It’s me—Angelica. Vincent, don’t you dare to write to Eddie! Don’t you dare ever to let him know!"
"My dear child, I’ve already done so. I’ve just put the letter in the box, not ten minutes ago."
"No!" she cried. "No! You must get it back!"
He laughed.
"When once a letter is posted——”
She gave a sort of wail. He was still speaking, but she didn’t care what he said. She hung up the receiver and went out into the street again. Somehow this seemed to her the very worst blow that had fallen on her, the greatest cruelty of her destiny. To have got, in the blackness of her despair, this glorious hope, and to have it destroyed almost before it had breathed!
It occurred to her that there was one more desperate chance. She went hurrying home again.
"Mommer!" she said. "Where’s your money?"
"I haven’t any money, Angie, as well you know."
"You have!"