On September 28, towards evening, when Rosamund was in the garden with Robin, Annie, the parlor-maid, came out holding a salver on which lay a telegram. Rosamund opened it and read:
“Coming home.—DION.”
“Any answer, ma’am?”
“Is there any answer, ma’am? Shall I tell the boy to wait?”
“What did you say, Annie?”
“Shall I tell the boy to wait, ma’am?”
“No, thank you, Annie. There’s no answer.”
Annie turned and recrossed the garden, looking careful, as if she were thinking of her cap, round which the airs were blowing.
Rosamund sat for a few minutes almost motionless, with the slip of paper lying in her lap; then the breeze came lightly, as if curious, and blew it away. Robin saw it and ran.