"No, that you would have cared for me to come."
"I think that's not a thing you ought to say. Of course I cared."
"Well, but I couldn't take that for granted, could I?"
"Couldn't you? Not after the messages I sent you?"
"But I never got any messages."
"Didn't you?" Her upper lip quivered; it was as if she winced at some thought that struck her like a blow. "Then my cousin must have forgotten to give them to you. Just like him; he is shockingly careless."
Now Rickman knew it was not just like him; Jewdwine was not careless, he was in all things painfully meticulous; and he never forgot.
"I don't think I can forgive him for that."
"You must forgive him. He is overwhelmed with work. And he isn't really as thoughtless as you might suppose. He has given me news of you regularly. You can't think how glad I was to hear you were getting on so well. As for the latest news of all—" She lifted her face and looked at him with her sweet kind eyes. "It is true that you are going to be married?"
"Quite true."