She must telephone the messages to the station-master at Sawyer Falls, the adjoining town where the railroad ended and the nearest telegraph station was.
She got the line and had no sooner dictated the telegrams than she heard Heath's voice.
During the interval that had elapsed since she had left him, both of them had experienced a reaction and each was eager to make amends.
Marcia regretted her flippancy. It had been childish of her to give way to pique and punish Heath simply because it was proved he had a wife. Why should he not be married? No doubt the absent Mrs. Stanley Heath was a dashing, sophisticated beauty, too, who lived in luxury at the great city hotel to which the first wire had been sent.
Heath had been quite frank about the message and its destination. On thinking matters over, it occurred to Marcia he might have considered this the easiest way to inform her of things he found it embarrassing to put into words.
She had been made aware in delicate fashion that he was rich, married and moved in a circle far removed from the humble one she herself occupied.
No doubt he felt she should realize this.
It regulated their relationship and prevented any possible misunderstandings.
And she?