"Then write that," said Magnus, tapping the paper on the desk.
"Write it?"
"To her, not to me. If you are sure of all this, you cannot be afraid to put it in black and white."
"I'm not afraid, but it's of no use writing it to Thora."
"Why not?"
"Because when you left us yesterday she told me that, though her heart was mine, she had given her word to you, and she would be compelled to keep it."
"She told you that?"
"She did."
Magnus hesitated for a moment, and then said in the husky voice of yesterday, "Write it, nevertheless, and let me take the letter."
"You mean that, Magnus?"