"What in the world put that into your head?"
"You have—you have!" she said, getting white.
"But I have not."
"You like writing to others more than you do to me."
"I don't, indeed. It bores me horribly to write to other people."
"Why do you do it, then?"
"Oh, you're thinking of the letters I write Otway."
"Who?"
"Hezekiah Otway. You see, he's chairman of our—"
She darted forward and seized his hands, laughing and holding them to her breast as she looked up, radiant, into his face.