“Here I am! What is it, sister?”
“A telegram,” cried the sister.
“A telegram? Don’t take the trouble to come up here, sister. I’ll come down to you.”
A few minutes later when she came back to the topmost terrace with a telegram in her hand, she looked distracted.
“It’s from my step-father,” she said.
“Bregeac?”
“Yes.”
“He is summoning you back to Paris?” Ralph said gravely.
“He will be here at any moment.”
“What for?”