The men on descending from the roof found all the ladies engaged in writing, the Major having told them that there was a chance of their letters being taken out.

Scarce one looked up as they entered; their thoughts at the moment were at home with those to whom they were writing what might well be their last farewells.

Stifled sobs were heard in the quiet room; mournful letters were blurred with tears even from eyes that had not before been dimmed since the siege began.
Isobel Hannay was the first to finish, for her letter to her mother was but a short one.

As she closed it she looked up.

Captain Forster was standing at the other side of the table with his eyes fixed on her, and he made a slight gesture to her that he wished to speak to her.