I felt ready to cry, but there was as much joy as sorrow in my breast. I believe I smiled, and I held out my hand, which he grasped and retained a moment.
At that instant a telegraph boy pushed open the gate and advanced towards me.
"Miss Holden?" he inquired.
I took the envelope and tore it open. It contained only a brief message:
"Zermatt. July 22nd.
"Please come soon as possible. See Derwent.
"EVANS. Hotel Victoria."
I burst into tears, and went into the house.