"I dare say it is nothing.

You see we have no one to lose." "No, no, I feel sure it is a great deal and--we have each other.

Read it quickly and get the thing over." So he rose and fetched the yellow envelope which reposed upon Isobel's boots outside the door.

A glance showed him that it was marked "official," and then his heart, too, began to sink.

Returning to the bed, he switched on the electric light and opened the envelope.
"There's enough of it," he said, drawing out three closely written sheets.
"Read, read it!" answered Isobel.
So he read.