“And a letter to your lawyer!” he interrupted.
“No, that can wait till to-morrow. I must think things over. But I must write to Jimmy now.”
“Give him a kind message from me.”
“What will you do while I am writing?”
“I’ll sit here.”
“But do something! Why not read your letters?”
“Yes, I may as well look at them. There was quite a collection waiting for me at the British Post Office. I haven’t been there for months.”
“Why don’t you go more regularly?”
“Because I’ve done with the past!” he exclaimed, with sudden savagery. “And letters from home only rake it up.”
She looked at him narrowly.