“Get me a cup of tea as quickly as you can, I’ve been awake the whole night. I want this telegram sent off as soon as the office opens, not later anyway than eight o’clock. Keep the house as quiet as you can. I shall try and sleep now.”
She slept until Gabriel’s telegram came back.
One of our own men coming with package by 3.15.
She met the train, looking pale and wretched. Stanton’s man wore the familiar cap. She had been to the office two or three times about the pottery book, and he recognised her easily.
“You have a parcel for me?”
“Mr. Gabriel said I was to tell you there was a letter inside.”
“A letter! But I thought ... oh, yes! Give it to me.”
“And I was to ask if there was an answer.”