She gazed at him with troubled eyes.
‘Perhaps you had. Though we said it might be delayed until—’
‘Yes, I know. But I suspect you had rather I didn’t wait any longer. Isn’t that the truth?’
‘Partly. Do just as you wish, Jasper.’
‘I’ll go and see him, if you like.’
‘I am so afraid—No, writing will be better.’
‘Very well. Then he shall have the letter to-morrow afternoon.’
‘Don’t let it come before the last post. I had so much rather not. Manage it, if you can.’
‘Very well. Now go and say good-night to the girls. It’s a vile night, and you must get home as soon as possible.’
She turned away, but again came towards him, murmuring: