His eyes were flaming with excitement, and there was a burning spot of red on either cheek as he reined up his horse beside her, and Constance saw at a glance that, again, he was perfectly sober.
"Conny," he cried breathlessly, "it has come."
"Conny, it has come."
"What has come, Evan?"
"The day we hoped for; we have heard from Sybil."
"A letter! Oh Evan, tell me all about it."