"No, I have just breakfasted—that is, I have breakfasted——"
"Why, were you up early, too?" said Charmian, with what seemed to Ludlow a supernatural shrewdness. "It's perfectly telepathic! The Psychical Research ought to have it. It would be such fun if we could get together and compare our reasons for waking so early. But Cornelia and I didn't know just when we did wake, and I suppose the Psychical Research wouldn't care for it without. She seems to be writing a pretty long note, or a pretty hard one!" Ludlow lifted his downcast eyes, and gave her a look that was ghastly. "Did you look at your watch?" she asked.
"Look at my watch?" he returned in a daze.
"When you woke, that is."
"Oh!" he groaned.
"Because——"
Charmian suddenly stopped and ran to the door, which Cornelia opened before she could reach it.
Cornelia gave her a letter. "See if this will do," she said spiritlessly, and Charmian caught it from her hand.
"Yes, yes, I'll read it," she said, as she slipped out of the door and shut Cornelia in.
Cornelia saw Ludlow, and made an instinctive movement of flight.