No, it was starting again.

Had there been a slip! Was the dream at last to turn to ashes?
They watched anxiously.
"Mrs.Dunlap," the words unfolded, "I take my hat off to you.

You have put it across again.
"DRUMMOND." Constance read it with a sense of overwhelming relief.

It was a magnanimous thing in Drummond.

Almost she forgave him for many of the bitter hours he had caused in the discharge of his duty.
As they looked at the writing they realized its import.