Again her eyes
sought the pages, following the inked writing from end to end. What was
she seeking there that he had left unwritten? What was she searching
for, of which there was not one hint in all these pages?
And now Nina was calling her from the hall below; and she answered gaily
and, hiding the letter in her long glove, came down the stairs.
"I'll tell you all about the letter in the train," she said; "he is
perfectly well, and evidently quite happy; and Nina--"
"What, dear?"
"I want to send him a telegram. May I?"
"A dozen, if you wish," said Mrs. Gerard, "only, if you don't climb into
that vehicle, we'll miss the train."
So on the way to Wyossette station Eileen sat very still, gloved hands
folded in her lap, composing her telegram to Selwyn. And, once in the
station, having it by heart already, she wrote it rapidly:
"Nina and I are on our way to the Berkshires for a week.
House-party at the Craigs'. We stay overnight in town. E.E."
But the telegram went to his club, and waited for him there; and
meanwhile another telegram arrived at his lodgings, signed by a trained
nurse; and while Miss Erroll, in the big, dismantled house, lay in a
holland-covered armchair, waiting for him, while Nina and Austin,
reading their evening papers, exchanged significant glances from time to
time, the man she awaited sat in the living-room in a little villa at
Edgewater.
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