CHAPTER XXXVII.
When Edith Longworth entered the office of George Wentworth, that young gentleman somewhat surprised her. He sprang from his chair the moment she entered the room, rushed out of the door, and shouted at the top of his voice to the boy, who answered him, whereupon Wentworth returned to the room, apparently in his right mind.
'I beg your pardon, Miss Longworth,' he said, laughing; 'the fact was, I had just sent my boy with a telegram for you, and now, you see, I have saved sixpence.'
'Then you have heard from Canada?' said the young lady.
'Yes; a short message, but to the point.' He handed her the cablegram, and she read:
'Mine purchased; shall take charge temporarily.'
'Then, the money got there in time,' she said, handing him back the telegraphic message.
'Oh yes,' said George, with the easy confidence of a man who doesn't at all know what he is talking about. 'We had plenty of time; I knew it would get there all right.'
'I am glad of that; I was afraid perhaps we might have sent it too late. One can never tell what delays or formalities there may be.'