She held out the letter, and looked at the Postmaster.
His eyes fell before the pleading in hers.
He was a Crown official and an Englishman. Had she offered him a hundred pounds to do this thing, he would have shown her out of his office with scant ceremony. But the haughty young lady of Riverscourt, in all her fearless beauty, had looked at him with tears in her grey eyes, and had said: "See how I trust you."
He hesitated: his hand moved in the direction of the letter, his fingers working nervously.
Diana laid her hand upon his arm, bending towards him.
"Please," she said.
He took the letter.
"I will see whether the other is already gone," he mumbled, and disappeared through a side door, into the sorting-room.
In a few moments he returned, still holding Diana's letter. His plump face was rather pale, and his hand shook. He laid Diana's letter on the table between them.