"Yes. I asked for them."
Cary went up to him and pulled him by the sleeve.
"I—don't—quite—understand," she said. "I—is it the Highlanders?"
He shook his head.
"No, it's Rob. He is just about mad enough to blow his brains out. I'm going to him."
"He's sent for you?"
"He's asked me to come."
Stewart sat with her in the little room all that long afternoon, and they had tea together, and they watched the sunset from the windows together, as they had done almost every day that year. It would seem strange to drink tea alone and watch the sunset by herself, thought Cary.
"If you would sometimes write—" he suggested once.
"Of course, I will write," she retorted quickly.