Miss Amy sat there, a dim bulk in the darkness.
“I shall write to him,” she said slowly, “and ask him to come here, and you can tell him. Tell him what you should have told him in the beginning.”
The next morning when Rosaleen was dressed and ready to go out, Miss Amy handed her a letter.
“You may see it, if you like,” she said.
But what Rosaleen looked at was the address; one glance stamped it on her mind.
III
When Landry came down to breakfast the next morning there were two letters lying by his plate. He concealed his great anxiety to open them; he sat down and asked his aunt how she had passed the night. She made a point of coming down to take breakfast with him, although it was rather hard for her to be about so early. But she adored the boy, and his affectionate politeness more than compensated her.
She said thank you, she had slept very well.
“Do you mind?” said Nicholas, picking up his letters.
“Of cou’se not!” she answered, and he opened the first.