"I do not feel nearly so well this morning," said Mrs. Mortomley at last. "I do wish, oh! how I wish that London letter would come!"
"Never mind the letter, dear," entreated her husband.
"But I must mind," she answered. "I have so hoped it would come in time."
"So it will," said Mr. Douglas kindly, "you may be quite certain of that, my dear."
She murmured some words, the sense of which was only caught by Mrs. Werner.
"Not in my time, though."
At that moment the post arrived, and amongst the letters was that Dolly had hoped she might live to read.
Her husband was free, and with a happy smile Dolly leaned back in her chair and scanned the lines as well as weakness would let her.
"You ought not to have risen this morning," said Miss Gerace severely.