"If I'd known you were there I shouldn't have cried. The idea, you darling! But, Rodney, why didn't you manage to get a peep at me the whole of yesterday?"
"Do you think I didn't try?--but I couldn't; it was a day of horrors! Just as I was wondering if I couldn't manage to get at least a kiss by making out that Kensington was on the way to the City, the news came of what my uncle had done. That was a facer, for a man to get news like that just as he was finishing his breakfast."
"But I thought you didn't get the news till you reached the City? You sent your first telegram from there."
"I got the news before, but I didn't understand; I didn't want to understand, I didn't dare to understand. Then I had to go to the inquest."
"Did you? It doesn't say anything in the paper about you being there."
"Of course not; my evidence wasn't wanted after all, but we all of us had to be there. It was awful!"
"You poor, poor boy! Afterwards why didn't you come straight to me?"
"I couldn't; I had to rush off to the City."
"But why?"
"Everything was in the most frightful confusion; no one knew why he had done it."