“Yes.”
“I will send a telegram.”
“Let me take it.”
She went to her desk and wrote several.
“The groom can take them,” she said, as I rose.
“No, let me. I shall be quicker on my bicycle, and it will be something to do.”
“It is very poor entertainment for you.”
“Anything I can do to serve you. Your brother and I were great friends.”
Most of the telegrams were conventional intimations of the news to relatives and friends. That to Mr. Gascoyne ran:
“My brother has been killed by an accident. I am in great trouble; would you come to me?”