Bob read it for his grandmother.
"Am exceedingly displeased with latest reports and news. Contradict at once. Am not married to Bunting, who is much upset by report, and can hardly look me in the face. PENELOPE."
"Bunting is with her!" said Titania.
"Which Bunting?" asked Bob. "He—I mean the one at Oxford—told Mr. Gordon and Mr. de Vere that he was married to her."
Gordon groaned, and, seizing his hat, fled from the room. He came back again.
"Where does the wire come from?"
"From Spilsborough," said Bob. "Granny, I wonder if the bishop is in it."
Gordon groaned and went. And went a little too early, for another wire came. It was a very long one.
Titania looked at the signature first, and she sat up.
"It's from Penelope's husband," she cried.