“I can’t imagine such a thing. And you know I can’t, Uncle Jock.”
“Are you going to answer Harry’s note?” he asked abruptly.
“Do you think I ought?”
“I do! I think you ought to write him a cheerful brave letter, reminding him that this is the beginning of the end, and that within a very short time you and he will have come out from the darkness into the sunshine.”
She went straight round the writing table, and leaning down, drew a sheet of notepaper toward her. She wrote:
My darling Harry,
I know what is going to happen to-night. I want you to remember that it is the beginning of the end; that very soon, in a few days at most, we shall have come out from the darkness into the sunshine.
Your own loving
Jean.
And then, after she had addressed the envelope, she put her hands over her face, and burst into a passion of anguished sobs.