Kitty's face lengthened in dismay, then a look of relief passed over it.
"Give it to me," she exclaimed impulsively. "I'll post it at once. It will catch precisely the same post as it would have done if you'd put it in the post-box when you meant to."
"Kitty! How can you suggest such a thing!" cried Nan, in horrified tones. "If—if I'd posted it unknowingly and it had reached him after the accident it would have been bad enough! But to post it now, deliberately, when I know, would be absolutely wicked and brutal."
There was a momentary silence. Then:
"You're quite right," acknowledged Kitty in a muffled voice. She lifted a penitent face. "I suppose it was cruel of me to suggest it. But oh! I do so want you and Peter to be happy—and quickly! You've had such a rotten time in the past."
Nan smiled faintly at her.
"I knew you couldn't mean it," she answered, "seeing that you're about the most tender-hearted person I know."
"I suppose you will have to wait a little," conceded Kitty reluctantly. "At least till Roger is mended up a bit. It may not be anything very serious, after all. A man often gets a bad spill out of his car and is driving again within a few weeks."
"We shall near soon," replied Nan levelly. "Sandy said he would let us know the result of the doctor's examination."
"Well, come for a stroll in the rose-garden, then. It's hateful—waiting to hear," said Kitty rather shakily.