She was loved by Seymour; she simply could not be a coward.
And she unlocked the box in which the letter was lying, and ordered her car to come round.
“Please drive to Claridge’s!” she said as she got into it.
On the way to the hotel she kept saying to herself: “Seymour! Seymour! It’s the only thing to do. It’s the only thing to do.”
When the car stopped in front of the hotel she got out and went herself to the bureau.
“Please give this to Miss Van Tuyn at once. It is very important.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Is she in?”
“I’m not sure, my lady, but I can soon—”
“No, no, it doesn’t matter. But it is really important.”