“You think it wise?”
“I don’t know about it being wise. It’s the only thing to do. I must see him tonight. Oh, I forgot. He was going away this afternoon for a day or two.”
“Capital! It will give you time to think it over.”
“I don’t want to think it over. There’s nothing to think about.”
“Of course, yes, of course. Quite so.”
“I shall write him a letter.”
“Write, eh?”
“It’s easier to put what one wants to say in a letter.”
“Letters,” began Uncle Chris, and stopped as the door opened. Jane the parlormaid entered, carrying a salver. “For me?” asked Uncle Chris.
“For Miss Jill, sir.”