"I wrote, Kitty, all right, and put it in the letter-box in the hall the night before I left. You must have mistaken what she said. Of course, her father's illness explains his not having written. And now there is no use in writing. I can be there almost as soon as a letter."
Lady Kitty's face was troubled as she looked at him.
"You're quite sure you posted the letter, Anthony? Perhaps they didn't get it. Letters sometimes go wrong, don't they?"
"Not one out of a million. What are you thinking of, Kitty?"
Lady Kitty jumped up out of her chair and went to him.
"My poor old Anthony," she said, "there's something horribly wrong. I wish I hadn't to tell you. Pamela's engaged to a Lord Glengall."
"My poor old Anthony, there's something horribly wrong."
Trevithick looked at her as if he could not take in what he heard.
"You are mad, Kitty," he said slowly. "She is engaged to me."