Then Billy spoke. “I will come with you,” he said, hoarsely.
“Why do that?” objected Ronald. “You may as well go on in the motor to Overdene, and tell them there.”
“I am going to town,” said Billy, decidedly. Then he walked over to where the telegram still lay on the table. “May I copy this?” he asked of Lady Ingleby.
“Do,” she said, without looking round.
“And Ronnie—you take the original to show them at the bank. Ah, no! I must keep that for Jim. Here is paper. Make two copies, Billy.”
Billy had already copied the message into his pocket-book. With shaking fingers he copied it again, handing the sheet to Ronald, without looking at him.
The note written, Lady Ingleby rose.
“Thank you, Ronald,” she said. “Thank you, more than I can say. I think you will catch the train. And good-bye, Billy.”
But Billy was already in the motor.