She addressed this to the Harvard Club, and posted it that night on her way home. It freed her of a certain responsibility, and so helped her to enjoy a very good dinner.
CHAPTER XIV
IN REPLY
Don did not receive Miss Winthrop’s letter until the following evening. He had dropped into the club to join Wadsworth in a bracer,––a habit he had drifted into this last month,––and opened the envelope with indifferent interest, expecting a tailor’s announcement. He caught his breath at the first line, and then read the letter through some five times. Wadsworth, who was waiting politely, grew impatient.
“If you’re trying to learn that by heart––” he began.
Don thrust the letter into his pocket.
“I beg your pardon,” he apologized. “It––it was rather important.”
They sat down in the lounge.