“No.”
He glanced at her; her face was downcast. “Why did you never write?” he asked bitterly.
“I wrote.”
“Again, I mean.”
“I did—in July.”
“I never had it.”
“It came back.”
“But Mrs. Munday ...”
“I had forgotten her name. I sent it to the Grammar School.”
Lewisham suppressed an exclamation.