Something has happened which we must talk over at once.

I shall be alone tomorrow afternoon.

Do come if you possibly can.
"Sincerely yours, "IRIS WOOLSTAN." Dyce had come down in a mood less cheerful than that of over-night.

As happened sometimes, he had slept too soundly; his head was not quite clear, and his nerves felt rather unsteady.

This note from Mrs.
Woolstan, he knew not why, caused him uneasiness; a vague prevision of ill was upon him as he read.
He had intended passing the day at Alverholme, and, on the morrow, travelling to Hollingford.