“Not his last word?” she repeated. “What can you mean?”
“I have a letter from him, written just before he went. He spoke in that letter of you, Lady Selina, and of Upworthy, and of me.”
“Have you seen this letter, Cicely?” asked Lady Selina.
“No.”
“No one has seen it,” said Grimshaw, “except myself. I brought it with me this morning.”
“Please give it to me.”
She held out a trembling hand. Grimshaw took an envelope from his pocket. Lady Selina saw the familiar writing through a mist of unshed tears.
“I c-can’t read it,” she faltered.
“May I?” Cicely asked eagerly. Hardly waiting for an affirmative, she took the letter and glanced at it.
“Oh-h-h!”