“Alan Drummond, Bluewater Club, Pall Mall, London. Tell Lamont that his letter to Captain Kempt was delayed, and did not reach the Captain until to-day. Captain Kempt’s reply will be sent under cover to you at your club. Arrange for forwarding if you leave England.
“Dorothy Amhurst.”
When Katherine finished reading she looked up at her friend, and exclaimed: “Well!” giving that one word a meaning deep as the clear pool on whose borders she stood.
Dorothy’s face reddened as if the sinking western sun was shining full upon it.
“You write to one another, then?”
“Yes.”
“And is it a case of—”
“No; friendship.”
“Sure it is nothing more than that?”
Dorothy shook her head.